Huong Hai 17

Our floating home for a couple of days in Vietnam’s North, on beautiful Halong Bay. The junk Huong Hai.

We have Room 101:

Keys Huong Door

Reverend: “Wow, this floorboard is really squeaky… listen to this,” (pushes foot up and down on board): squ-e-e-u-p, squ-e-e-u-p, squ-e-e-u-i-o-p

Nurse Myra: “Um, I heard that sound before when I wasn’t near the board. It was doing it all by itself. I don’t think it’s a squeaky board”

Reverend: “Sure it is. Listen – when I push the board, it squeaks,” (pushes board): squ-e-e-u-p, “When I push it again, it squeaks,” (pushes board again): squ-e-e-u-p, squ-e-e-u-p -chitter- squ-e-e-k-k-k-ity-squ-e-e-k.

Takes foot off board, and walks away a few paces. Squ-e-e-u-p, squ-e-e-e-e-ek, squeek, squeek, squeek.

Uh-oh.

Oh man. Room 101. Of course. Everyone knows what’s in Room 101.