Fiquei atordoada com a quantidade de opções. Eram lojinhas enfileiradas, com os mesmos estilos de roupa á mostra. uma depois da outra, depois da outra, depois da outra, num mar de costureiras e alfaiates de luxo.
Entrei em algumas. Sai. Não conseguia me decidir. Aí fui comer alguma coisa, peguei um cartão qualquer no meu bolso e BINGO! lá fui eu fazer uma sainha e uma blusinha.
De lá, sai andando pela cidade, que me fez lembrar Parati.
Uma cidade linda, que é tombada pela UNESCO. Tentei encontrar nas agencias de viagem, um cupom que tem todos os sites da UNESCO listados - não consegui. Ninguém sabia de nada.
Contratei então um moto boy para me levar ver as coisas bonitas da cidade. Expliquei que queria ver as casas antigas, a cidade velha. Ele me levou para conhecer plantações de arroz, bufalos e o campo.
Desisti de convence-lo a me levar ao lugar certo. Tinha contratado seus serviços por 3 horas, tive que demiti-lo depois da primeira hora.
O inglês aqui não é nada bom. E o tursita que se ferre!
Hoi An com certeza merece ( e precisa de uma segunda visita).
Hoi An is one of those cities I can't have enough of.
Once I got there, I went looking for a good tailor to make clothes. Hoi An is not only the city of lanterns, it is also a city of beautiful clothes and shoes made to measure, in half a day. I was stunned at the amount of options available. It is trully overwhelming, and choosing one, almost impossible.
Shops were lined up and had on their windows the same styles of clothing.
One after the other, after the other, after the other... in a sea of sewers and tailors. I got in a few of the shops, but I could not decide.
I went for lunch, took a card out of my pocket and that was the lucky one. I took a tuc tuc and went to the tailor.
In half an hour I had taken all my measurements, chosen the pieces, paid and was ready to finally explore the place.
I took a walk through the gorgeous city which is protected by UNESCO world's heritage. I tried to by this coupon I heard about, that lists all UNESCO's buildings, but no one ever heard about them.
No travel agencies, no hotels, no pedestrians or shop owners.
My option was to hire a taxi boy to take me to see all beautiful things in the city. I explained I wanted to see the old houses in the old town. He took me to see rice fields, buffaloes and the country side. It was pretty, but i had no time for it, I needed to see the old city, the gorgeous houses. I gave up convincing him him to take me to the right place and went back to the hotel. The guy who I hired for a day, managed to be fired in an hour.
English is not a forte in Vietnam. One needs to get used to it.
The next day, I left Hoi An with a feeling that I am not done with this place yet. I could have easily stayed another day or two here, but my plans pushed me forward. I already have flights booked for the next destinations, I can't stay still, unfortunately.