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| Hoi An leaves itself open for exploration. We rent mopeds and squeeze through tight alleyways or bumble over bamboo bridges. These lead into rice paddies. The farmers smile and their children chase us, waving and shouting. Along the river fishermen bring in catches of small fish; some throw nets in the rice paddies. |
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Sheesh,
when are we going to buy an ox? |
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Five hours of shopping and I've only bought
a handful of rambutans. |
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Some farmers bury their relatives in the rice fields;
they own the land and feel it's good luck to have ancestors nearby.
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