It's hilarious yet so sad and I'm abashed to admit this but I feel rather unsafe sitting on this bus. I've been in darker places in shadier cities and I felt less intimidated hopping on the back of a random stranger's motor bike in the thick of night. I am only orientales here surrounded by mis amigos and a few white people who should give up their homelessness and move to Vietnam to teach English. Is there something less threatening about being around other Asians or am I just a gigantic pussy big enough to fit an African hummer through. Did I manage to offend two races in one sentence?
My parents have managed to embed certain stereotypes in me that have been glorified instead of abating during my time overseas. Thats right, I was taught to fear bus drivers. That one Simpsons episode where Lisa takes the bus to see an Egyptian exhibit has scarred me. The stern and unresponsive driver that she encounters has turned me off from riding on buses all of my life. It's the middle of the night and I'm scared to be here by myself in the mean streets of Garden Grove. Garden Grove- where anything can happen- yo. I pulled the stop request line too soon. Hopefully no compadres noticed. I'm not a bus noob. I'm not a bus virgin. And don't consider me new fish. I've been on buses in San Francisco driven by Chinese drivers. I've been in a crowded grope-free bus in Seoul. I've been in a hostile over night endurance bus from Hanoi to Hue. I've been in a sardine can of a bus in Saigon with plenty of groping. But this is GG yo. Steve Martin went to highschool here.
My stop is here. I'm sorry readers...to the two that I have left. I haven't abdicated this blog. I'll be back in Vietnam by the end of the week with more to say than ever. Be right back.
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