So what's the best thing to do? Get her from behind the counter and proceed to a customer table where you saw the food you want and show it to her. Voila, language barrier solved!
That twenty-something girl is now in her thirties. Still grappling life, still travelling.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Para-paraan
It is one thing to hail a cab from the airport with a driver that does not speak any English (but can read addresses just fine) and another to order a food that you want but don't know its name because 1) the menu is written in Vietnamese and 2) the lady doesn't understand a thing about what you're babbling no matter the simple description you provide.
Labels:
food,
ho chi minh,
travel,
vietnam
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4 comments:
Vietnam! Ang galing galing! ;-)
parang pansit canton na may itlog lang :)
Akchuli haha. Kung pwede nga lang sabihin namin sa kanya yun e kaso wala talaga, lost in translation!
Don't tell, show! Tama!
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