Forrest Gump and Vietnam

As many of you know, Forrest Gump is one of my favourite movies. While Forrest Gump is in Vietnam it rains for several months straight: sideways rain, spitting rain, downpours, and every other kind of rain.

Last night I got to experience a downpour - fortunately I was inside at Finnigan's - an Irish Pub near my hostel. Other people weren't as amused by this, but I enjoyed the novelty of being at an Irish Pub staffed exclusively by Vietnamese. The roof was literally leaking in the back while we were playing the pool, and we could see that the kitchen was flooded with several inches of water.

Out on the street things weren't much better. Cars were going by slowly because they were kicking up massive amounts of spray. Everyone was joking that we were going to have to swim home from the bar. I guess Hanoi's sewer system isn't that bad after all, because shortly after the downpour became a drizzle the streets cleared up and we were able to walk back to the hostel without any problems.

Lastly, Steve and I played pool against two guys from Western Canada, and of course, we won in dramatic fashion with both sides only having the 8 ball remaining. It is so humid here that they have baby powder beside the pool table for you to rub on your hands. The cues dont go smoothly back and forth because your hand gets so sweaty/humid!