We took a trip to Hoi An, (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hoi_An), for our fortieth anniversary. Noah may have considered Hoi An as a site for his ark, such were the deluges we experienced. But, getting wet was no real bother, because there was lots to see and do.
Getting wet at its best? Well, there’s a great story there! I have to tell you later about what Mom and I have begun to call a “limbic moment.” It was a moment in Hoi An of deep pleasure and equanimity evoked by a confluens of time and geography, of recollections of the past and the mood of the now. It is possible that the mist and rain outside the White Marble wine bar contributed to this grand moment. The bar is on the right hand side of the street shown in the picture.
At its worst, sloshing all over Hoi An got my Tivas wet. They wouldn’t dry and began to stink…really stink. I figured they had picked up a fungus. I consulted with Nigel, our PhD mycologist friend in BKK, about the problem. He agreed that jungle fungi can really stink, but reckoned that a chlorox treatment might not work.
Despite this grim prognosis, I submerged them in a strong chlorox solution for a long soak. It worked! I’m back in my Tivas. I have the newer sandal-type Tevas, not the old perfect ones. They look sharp and feel good, but I don’t believe the new design is water capable because of the spongy insole.
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