03/12/2021
Letter to Mr. Duc Ho, August, 2000, Dalat, Vietnam:
"August 8, 2000
Mr. Duc Ho
Dalat, VIETNAM
Hello, Mr. Duc--
Remember me? The tired, but wildly-curious, American on the back of your motor bike? I guess you will when you see some photos.
Well, it's been almost 3 months since our trip together, and I just got back to Los Angeles. After Dalat, I continued traveling in Vietnam to Hoi An, where I bought & shipped home 16 kilos of hand-tailored tuxedos, shirts, suits, and coats. Then to Hue and Hanoi, where I shipped home another 12 kilos of Vietnamese water puppets, tapestries, and traditional Vietnamese souvenirs. Then to Halong Bay in the North - after which I flew to Vientiane and Luang Prabang in Laos, took the slow boat up the mighty Mekong River to the northeast Thai border, visited arts & craftsy Chiang Rai & Chiang Mai, went back to busy Bangkok, flew to modern Islamic Kuala Lumpur, traveled south in East Indian Malaysia & to Borneo, flew to touristy and tribal Bali and back to Malaysia, and finally traveled up through the famous beaches of Southern Thailand back again to Bangkok. It was quite a long and adventurous trip.
Of course, a big highlight of the whole trip were the 5 days I spent with you on the back of your motorbike out in the central highlands. You were a 2-wheeled, moving encyclopedia about your country, its history, its geography, its people, and its beauty. I learned so much about simple things like planting, growing, and harvesting - rice, coffee, and pepper - about raising silk worms, and about more complicated things like Agent Orange, the "American War", and "re-education camps", and I really appreciated your telling me about your long-suffering personal experience during those painful times. I didn't fight in what we call here, the "Vietnam War", but you educated me about the time when Americans were dropping bombs on your country, marrying your women, and interfering in your civil war.
One thing I especially thank you for - is your introducing me to the joy of motor biking. For after my 5 day trip with you, when you also introduced me to the caffeinated powers of Red Bull to prevent me from falling off the back of your bike, I took the risk to rent my own bike whenever I could for the rest of my trip. And after my first terrifying ride to the Champa ruins at My Son near Hoi An, driving 3 hours in the rain, with frightening, horn-honking trucks passing me every few seconds, I learned I could survive and handle just about anything. On the road, off the road, in northern Thailand, in Penang, Malaysia, again in Bali, these were some of the free-est, most inspiring times I've ever had - "out in it" - in the countryside, in nature, being part of the daily lives of ordinary people - off the well-traveled, over-crowded, tourist route.
So -- thanks so much for that introduction.
I hope you are doing well. That business is good and your family is doing well too. I sure would like to bring you here to Los Angeles - no one takes such good care of me here as you did for those 5 days in Vietnam, so I may just have to bring a young Balinese girl here to America to see if someone else can. No, I haven't forgotten about young Nguyen, the pretty Vietnamese girl I fell in love with in the tribal village near Dalat, but I think it would be hard to have her learn English and to bring her to Los Angeles.
I don't know when I'll be back to Vietnam -- but you never know. For now, just thanks again -- and please write me back....
Best regards,
Your American friend, Eric Trules
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