Home stay

It took a little argument for the guide to realize I was meant to be staying at a home stay and having lunch with them....Finally my host Houng arrived to pick me up and all aboard a Cyclo. We were off. Only a few minutes away from his boat and down came the monsoonal rain in full pelt. We were lucky that a shop owner felt pity on the poor tourist and let us take cover in his shop until our Cyclo driver put the covers on. The rain settled enough to get us to Houngs boat. I was a little taken aback when I realized my prize possessions and myself were going to be chauffeured to the house in a little wooden boat with no roof. In the RAIN!! I'm not so worried for me. I'm water proff but my stuff and My Ipod....eeeek. Luck had it that Houng had a mighty fine tarp to cover up me and my bags...Which at this stage have increased and doubled. Thank goodness, because shortly in to our trip down the Mekong it rained like never before. And that's the way it stayed all afternoon. So much for cruising the local village and meeting the people. I was stuck in a house with a TV so loud you probably could have heard it, listening to cartoons in Vietnamese. Then the kids woke up from their nap and it was all on for young and old.
One amazing little fellow came over from next door to talk at me in Vietnamese and did the most strangest and theatrical things I have ever seen. I can't really explain it but he was kinda like a cross between trippitake from Monkey magic, Superman and a Drag Queen. This is definitely someone I'd love top meet in 10 years time. After he Flew off in to the future the kids of the house came alive. They tried to kill me. Seriously. They jumped on me on the bed, sat on my head with a pillow on it, tickled me till I couldn't breathe, then kicked the living shit out of me. I was saved by a very quietly spoken, young tour guide who felt pity on me.
Other people arrived and saved me from child abuse and I was able to have adult conversation. In english too.
I met a Danish couple, who had to adopted kids from South America, and we got on well until.....She said that her daughter wanted to become a hairdresser and she would consider that a failure as a mother. Because all hairdressers are small town gossips with no brains. It's a last resort job and she doesn't believe her child is that dumb. Oh also it's bad on the body and posture. Which is the only thing I agree with. Then she asked me what I did and I said......HAIRDRESSER. I think I even blushed with what she thought was embarrassment but it was more like a flush of anger! Oh well.....There really is nothing to say to that...
The next morning, after sleeping on a mat on the floor, We woke early again to the floating market.