On my trip to Mu Ne, Vietnam, pronounced Moi Nea(with the Nea said with an rising tone, sounding similar to Fei Long delivering the uppercut in early versions of Street Fighter), Diane and I decided to rent a moto for the day to go see the sand dunes and whatever else Mu Ne had to offer.
When we got to the sand dunes we were ambushed by 12 year old Asian’s holding sleds that look like they were stolen from raging waters.
“Mister, you slide?”
“No I’m straight, thanks.”
“You slide? I give you real cheap.”
“No thanks, I have a girlfriend,” I lied.
“Just try it one time.”
“I don’t think I could.”
“It’s easy, we will find a small one for you.”
“How cheap are we talking?” I slowly started to entertain the idea.
“80,000 dong.”
“That’s so expensive!”
“How much you want?” The kids continued. I walked all the way to the top of the highest dune which took a whole seven minutes while these kids followed me threatening, “If you don’t slide we are going to leave you by yourself.”
“Oh, please do.”
Unfortunately, their threats were empty.
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