Sunday here is much like Sunday anywhere. Quiet, less bustle, still the same mad traffic but a little less so. People do their prayers and stay inside so Thanh says. Outside this morning after breakfast I met a guy from Montreal, a lone traveller so we joined forces to go to BenThahn market and generally seek out a good coffee. He knew a place opposite the market CoffeeBeans by name and it wasn't bad.Outside the coffee shop we met a lady selling books. I asked her if she had "Hell in a very small place", I'm fixated on getting this book you see. I wrote down the name and she said she would find it for me. When we left the market she was lying in wait without the book. She had every other book about Vietnam but she couldn't find this particular one. At least she tried.
  A trip through the market yielded a fake Rolex for Johnnie from Montreal for $20 and a fake Patek Phillipe for the same for me . Johnnie was a bus driver in Montreal for 25 years and couldn't wait to escape.
Walk back chatting of many things and then afternoon nap which seems to be impossible for me here. I kept on thinking of the dinner tonight with the hotel family. It was set for 6.30 and I started down the stairs at 6.25. Thanh stopped me. "It s not 6.30 yet". Ok I'll wait. She said I could wait downstairs so I did. I sat at the breakfast table and it clicked that it wasn't going to be a family dinner after all. Mun the beautiful young helping girl came out and set the table and then brought out a huge bowl of Pho Bo. Beef and noodle soup. So I sat in solitary splendour and lapped up the soup. 
Johnnie was all excited earlier as Canada was playing Sweden in the gold medal Ice Hockey and I had found a bar called the Spotted Cow which called itself a sportsbar. After my Pho I walked around to Bien Vieu street and found the bar. I was thinking the name sounded English and so it was. A bar full of dart playing soccer watching Poms and Scots .A contingent of Canuckistani's there but no Johnnie. And no Ice Hockey on TV. Murmurings of revolt were spreading through the crowd and some of the Canadian boys got their hands on the Cable control panel and fiddled with it for ages. Still no ice hockey. A frantic call to the bar owner brought him forthwith and he hooked his computer up to a screen and we finally had a game. If you've ever watched streaming sports on a computer you would know the picture quality was crap and kept freezing every few minutes, however Canada scored a goal somehow, I could'nt see the puck no matter how hard I peered. Canadians went wild. Dart players kept on darting. I heard the manager say to some one " We have EPL soon so I'll have to turn it off"
This would have caused a mutiny so he shepherded them all into the back room and set up out there. I'd had enough of the darties and poms so I left and came home to stream it on my comp. It's 3-0 Canada in the 3rd right now. The Canucks will be happy.