By Vicky, VickyFlipFlopTravels.com
Hanoi. Photo from VickyFlipFlopTravels.com
We were sat enjoying some bia hoi on the streets in the main backpacker area in the Old Quarter. Perched on two of the standard tiny stools we were watching five local kids play a game of keepy uppy with a little thing made of plastic and feathers. Some other, older, kids nearby and surrounding a motorbike caught my attention as they were laughing and preparing a a bong from what looked like a didgeridoo. I sat and watched.
Another tourist spotted them too and wandered over the road to have a go on it. The kids were more than happy to pass it over. They gestured for him to breathe in hard from the bottom of his lungs. Cocky and self assured he nodded and secured his pursed lips round the top of the pipe and did as they said, taking a good breath of it.
The kids gestured for him to keep it down. He did.
Then he started coughing and choking. His face scrunched up and his clenched fist beat his chest as if to try and punch out the smoke. The kids were pissing themselves laughing. I was smiling to myself too – what an idiot.
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