It's unreal how glorius food is after 3 days of not eating, and thinking you might die. Forget about drugs food is where it’s at. Got gifted some sweet breads and a hamburger last night. First time I've been gifted a hamburger here. A bit different to a western one but nice nonetheless. It's also nice to know that there are still kind people in the world.
Lots of very weird incidents the past few days. This typically happens when being starved. I've found that the bullying in these times is often sexual in nature. First, the old lady that’s been hanging around outside the nearby shop exposed herself to me again the other day. Bit of a shocker. She walks up the street so she is directly in front of my field of vision, stands with her back to me, then 1-2-3 does a sort of Braveheart raised kilt thing but by pulling down her pants. I looked up exactly as she did it, not what you expect to see. I looked away almost instantly, let me tell you, it wasn't a pretty site.
Then the next day there was the firedrill incident with the loud bully women repeatedly shouting 'gay' on their mobile phones, while the weird shoplifting bloke, who sits nearby and just stares at you, was loitering next to me.
Then later and for the past two days in the park there has been this western bloke that takes a nearby bench and starts doing what I guess are yoga poses. Both times he installed himself with his back to me, then into what is some variation of downward dog position, looking more like a cat though, arse right up in the air. Frankly it really didn't look like the sort of pose one should be doing in a public park.
And then finally perhaps the weirdest, and the thing that makes you wonder if all these events are linked in some way. An oldish lady gets off her motorbike, sits down next to me, wants to talk. I take out my earplugs, and smile. She starts whitering on about something. Sounds a bit like english, but I can only understand about 5% of the words she is saying. She says words like 'Vietnam' and 'president' and 'money', but these are interspersed with mumbling, and she appears to lower the volume considerably when she's mumbling. I strain to understand what she's saying, try having a conversation, it's impossible, it's apparent and obvious after a while that the whole mumbling is a put on thing, on purpose. I'm very polite to her.
Then she says 'bottom' and motions what can only be described as the motion you do when you are wiping someone else's arse. I say to her that‘s strange and ask her why she said that and why she is pretending to wipe someone’s bottom, she does it again and continues to mumble. Eventually the 'bottom' turns into 'Biden'. At which point you know it’s definitely some sort of prepared bit.
She walks away and comes back a few times. Eventually leaves. I just sat there with a wtf look on my face. After she leaves, I remember she'd done something similar to me before a few months back. That time she stayed on the motorbike, did the same mumbling thing, but kept starting to leave, then stoping. She must have done it 10 or 15 times. As it happens I really needed the bathroom at the time. Very strange. Pretty sure they, whoever the group is that she is a part of, track your bathroom visits.
Btw this time she tried to get me to get on her motorbike with her. I politely declined. After she left, about a minute later a motorbike gang stalker drove by and shouted 'good liar' directly at me.
WTF vietnam? #