Funeral in Hoi An Vietnam, as I wait, watch, snack.

Every now and again I am around cultural happenings that can be experienced if you are around for long enough. Like getting invited to a Vietnamese house for Tet. and now today after coming back from the temples I decided to part ways with a the few people I reconnected with and stopped to sit in the shade and have some food. In this case a Banh Mi sandwich.

I sit here for a bit and as I do I hear the music coming down the road.

So does the shop keep as she turns her head to see what is coming down the road.

I check out the space we sit in to see how these street vendors make their way and how they set up their shop. I love how these shops can operate and not be regulated and controlled by government and are not subjugated to not doing what one choose to do for a living. So I support these vendors often.

Looks like the road procession is coming closer faster.

Here it starts

The banners say it all. Too bad I cannot read the words yet the symbols make sense. The tone makes sense. the feel makes sense for what is coming.

As the peddle bike float comes by and more trollies with trucks carrying people and the person deceased.

Like the party bus but for the last rights of the person passing.
They throw fake money and spread the joy about the life this person has lived.

As the progression passes, there is a feeling empty that fills the space behind the progression. Empty for the few minutes it took for the procession to pass by. They filled the air and space with the joy of life that brings death. And now after the pass there is a flux back to that which was first progressing across the street and that is more hustle and bustle.

After a day at the My Son Temple, the needed rest and food was taken on the side of the street. As this happened the funeral passed and reminded me of how fragile life is. One day you are building a monument of 70 temples, carving rocks and leaving beauty for centuries to come and the next second some bombs are dropped on a place and destroyed it all. One moment in a temple the next on the street watching others head to the temple to let their ancestors go. To and fro come and go we all shall slip through that hole to which we do not return, may the slipping be worth the loss and gain.

These pictures were taken at a road side café stall in around Hoi An in the district of the tailors. More to come along the road and adventure. Thanks for fallowing along. Have you been here, have you explored the area outside your back door?

• Thanks for having a look at a snapshot of life and death, regeneration nd death, the sandwich had to be scarified in order for these pictures to come to you. just remember that. The journey will continue as the road is long and goes on for ever.

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