He showed up an hour late and started by getting a bunch of doves out of his hat. Then he threw a raw egg on a little boy (of course we all thought it would be bolied, por favor, luckily Kai managed to catch the one first threwn at him...), and, fussing rather unappropriatley inside another one's pants, he found another dove there. Then, failing with one trick, he poured a glass of milk over another and then almost set fire on Ayla during his grand finale. As if this wasn't enough, he poured a small herd of little duckings out of the bucket where he finally had managed to throw in the burning papers. They started to run around the cafe in panic, immediately chased as they were by twenty excited three-years-old, until some responsible parents managed to catch and save them. By then the magician had disappeared, apparently getting dressed or packing up doves or something.
Enjoying (?) the show.
Ayla, before the fire and the ducklings...In the end, nothing to get upset about. We're all used to expect the unexpected and by now it has more or less turned into the expected. Anyway - it's not him. It's the country. Or the culture. Or what?
In the morning we did it the Swedish way, with singing and candles and presents and breakfast in bed.
And later it was time for the big party, at Lol Cafe and together with classmate Ayla who just turned three as well. Twentysomething kids and loads of parents and loads of fun.
Needs a hair cut, but refuses. Has seen a cool soccer player in some video with extremely long rasta locks and now wants the same...
Little friends. Hanging out at Lena's place. In different classes in school, but teachers frequently find them playing in the garden together, sneaking away to speak Japanese.
Entering the farm.
Two brave little sisters.
Curious inhabitants.
Making scare crows.
The farmer's wife?
A stroll through the very cute little streets of Hoi An. Angry as soooooo boring.
Activity four. And talking to daddy.
Ten minutes later. Activity five.
Having fun in the pool with mormor and morfar.
Kai enjoying the waves with morfar on Cua Dai beach across the street from the hotel. To the left, Swedish-Japanese Kobayashi family, who also came down from Hanoi and stayed at the same hotel.
Seafood lunch at the same beach. Fresh coconut for the kids, of course...
Late afternoon by the beach. Local food stalls preparing for evening bbq. Sipping a beer on a straw mat feeling the sand cooling down seemed like such a great idea to me. Kids had other ideas of evening fun though - see later post.
River view from the hotel.
