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In Hanoi we were met by one Russian guy with outstanding red beard. His name was Phillip. He took us to our dormitory. 14 students were set up in 5 rooms in two dorms. It took 10 minutes for us to get from our dorm to class on foot.
We killed all the cookroaches in our rooms (they were huge and cound run fast, it was pretty hard to kill them for they could fly!). Fortunately these were Californian spice of cookroaches and they were attracted only with the smell of fruit. 1 minute away from our dorm there were some cafes serving tasty, healthy and cheap meal. You could kill your hunger 3 times for only $1.5 a day. You could enjoy freshly squizzed fruit juice (banana, papaya, mango, jackfruit, mangustan, water-melon, etc.) for 20-30 cents a huge glass. 5 minutes away there was a beer-house where we spent a huge part of our scholarship. This block was very popular with the people all over the world. In the cafes I talked to women and men from England, Belgium, France, New Zealand, Chech Republik and Austria. It was no age difference between us. Once I talked to 60-year old man from Belgium. We were discussing the problem why Russia hadn't enter the EU so far. It was funny indeed.
In the evenings we used to go to the beerhouse and leave it (по стеночке) when the last bottle of beer was empty, or to go to one of the night-clubs or combine beer-house and night-club... We sang songs in the dorm. Some of the Ucrainian students could play guitar. I and they sang with drunk and happy voices. Two of the Chech students fall in love with guys from Iraq. All the dorm could speak some Arabic. All the holidays were celebrated together...
The teachers at the institute didn't want us to study hard. $ days a week we went to study. The classes lasted for 3 hours maximum. Then we had a lot of spare-time.
We killed all the cookroaches in our rooms (they were huge and cound run fast, it was pretty hard to kill them for they could fly!). Fortunately these were Californian spice of cookroaches and they were attracted only with the smell of fruit. 1 minute away from our dorm there were some cafes serving tasty, healthy and cheap meal. You could kill your hunger 3 times for only $1.5 a day. You could enjoy freshly squizzed fruit juice (banana, papaya, mango, jackfruit, mangustan, water-melon, etc.) for 20-30 cents a huge glass. 5 minutes away there was a beer-house where we spent a huge part of our scholarship. This block was very popular with the people all over the world. In the cafes I talked to women and men from England, Belgium, France, New Zealand, Chech Republik and Austria. It was no age difference between us. Once I talked to 60-year old man from Belgium. We were discussing the problem why Russia hadn't enter the EU so far. It was funny indeed.
In the evenings we used to go to the beerhouse and leave it (по стеночке) when the last bottle of beer was empty, or to go to one of the night-clubs or combine beer-house and night-club... We sang songs in the dorm. Some of the Ucrainian students could play guitar. I and they sang with drunk and happy voices. Two of the Chech students fall in love with guys from Iraq. All the dorm could speak some Arabic. All the holidays were celebrated together...
The teachers at the institute didn't want us to study hard. $ days a week we went to study. The classes lasted for 3 hours maximum. Then we had a lot of spare-time.