Because I don't have to go in until 730-8 each day and the hospital is within walking distance I have been working out in the morning. I usually run because I feel bad about going to the gym due to the fact that one of the staff sleeps there each night. Eventhough the gym's posted hours are 530a until 9p, this guy really doesn't like to get up before 7. I believe in sleep and it not being interrupted so this has curtailed my gym using and in the morning I run by or to different historic monuments in Hue (not a bad thing). However I am missing out on some of the gym's quite unusual equipment.
In addition to a spin bike, there is this thing in the gym that is japanese in origin. It is supposedly workout equipment but really is a simulation bull rider that oscillates from a slow stroll to extremely pissed off bull. I am not exactlu sure what it works out (inner thighs??) but I made Hao come see it so I could make someone else share in it's awesomeness.
I went to the market again because I am fascinated by it. So many sites and sounds and smells (it is highly likely I will be able to conjure up the smell of the dried fish section for eternity. This time with team urology and Hao's mom, who used to have a stall in this particular market. Upon arrival Dr. P bought both Hao's mom and me a yellow rose. From this trip I have become known as the white girl who will eat anything, mostly from my sampling of durian fruit. The outside of this mysterious fruit is brown and spiky and smells like putrid rot. Certain hotels forbid it to be brought into the room. The inside smells like onions and has the consistency of custard. If you are wondering: It is quite expensive and only grows here and in thailand and it will likely not be the next jello pudding flavor. I finished my piece, and you would have too; I had been instructed very sternly not to waste it.
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