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They didn't know each other. She just reached over the seat, and he didn't say anything. Only in Asia.

On a bus filled with Loatians, suddenly I heard Vietnamese spoken, and it was by this man, next to me. He was talking on the phone. This coincidence came in handy when we got off in Vientiane, for he negotiated a ride into town for me, on a motorbike. Had I done it on my own, it would have been a real pain in the ass, and likely to have cost more.

He's from Nam Dinh, my father's home province, so here we were, speaking in almost the same accent. He owns a foundry in Nam Dinh, and comes to Laos ten times a year, on business. He speaks Loatian fairly well.



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