Since our arrival in South East Asia we have noticed a significant difference in our size to the locals. So much so that clothes shop owners have actually laughed at us when we have seen something we liked and asked if it came in our size. Consequently I am travelling around Vietnam feeling like a giantess.
Bearing this in mind, Andrews keenness to interact with the locals landed us in trouble yesterday. A group of local men and boys were playing their version of volleyball (using a football) when their ball went astray. Andrew desperately wanting to help went running after the football and chose kicking the ball as a means of getting the ball back to them. The first kick, with his giant like feet, went flying into one of the teams motorbikes making it shudder in fright. Not to be put off by his first miscalculation he used his giant, weighty feet to kick a second time. This time the ball went wooshing into one of the players heads, knocking his motorbike helment from his head and sending the poor guy a greater shade of red.
As the onlooker I saw all of this happen in slow motion and could all but put my hands to my mouth in horror as the events unfolded. I imagine a similar thing happened to Andrew because as soon as the football struck the mans head he went running over to him to console him and profusely apologise. Luckily the guy that Andrew attacked was a nice soul and let it go. I, in the meantime, had to leave the incident because I was wetting myself and feared I would lose my tasty icecream in the heat.
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