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	I don't have friends here, they all hate me! While painting the fence, and telling embarrassing stories about each other while racing, Terry says he wants to do another adventure race with me (we raced 11 years ago).  And Linda wants to also! They hate me! I don't need enemies! But they adamantly say that they would and we decide that Deb has to join us! Hi Deb, be prepared to be tag teamed by Linda and I till you agree!
	Today is one of the hardest day of work.  We get a taxi to Hoi An and get dropped off at the center of the city.  On the way, they discuss the write up I've been doing.  Deanna mentions it as a diary.  I tell her men don't do diaries.  Terry mentioned that it is an expedition journal .  As the taxi driver drops us off, he points in one direction, so we head out in that direction looking for the center we have never seen.  At the corner, I ask another person if we are going in the correct direction.  He points back in the direction we just came from, so we head back! As a military or police man is coming out of a driveway on a motor scooter, I stop and show him our directions scribbled on the back of a piece of paper.  He mentioned that I get on the back of the motor bike, and as the two of us head out, I frantically communicate that everyone should just start walking in the same direction.  We drive up and around the corner and he drives into a complex and points to a room.  In the room are a bunch of official looking people sleeping...am I getting recruited? .  He hollers at me and points up stairs instead.  There is the group we are looking for.  Hustling back to find the my group, they are crossing the street.  We are finally here.
	We set up what I think is about 13 computers.  There is another American there from Hawaii who comes for several weeks each year to help the kids read.  This is Lihn's "office".  There are probably 8 children here.  We all discuss who we are and what it is that we all do.
	But today is the hardest day of work.  We are off to paint about 100' of a rod iron fence.  Locals come and talk to us.  Some even help paint.  Terry stops and helps some locals fill a small dump truck full of gravel.  Lee comes and visits us ever once in a while completely covered so that she doesn't let the sun hit her anywhere.  Deanna says she wants a easy day, and I say there are no easy days, only days of opportunities!
	A local man is also hired to paint the fence.  Sine we have no tools, we get with him to open the cans.  He only has a Phillips screw driver, to opening the can is more of spear the can and pry.  He looks old, and doesn’t seem to have many means.  But he is kind.  I’m sure he is making less than the normal wage of $2/day.  I wonder what his potential would have been if he had lived in the US.  I usually am not so ignorant to think that the US has so much more to offer…only that it has different opportunities than here in Vietnam.  In some aspects, the people have so much more than we do.  But I wonder what this person would have become had he been raised in a different environment, a different culture.  Would he have been a doctor? An engineer? Would he have been happier? He seems so worn out, living at such a level.
	Around noon, we head out to a restaurant on the river and let Terry experience his first real Vietnamese food.  He was concerned that he would not find any good food here in Vietnam and is surprised.
	We head back out to the fence again, this time with out Deanna and Robyn as they stay inside due to the heat.  We continue to paint the rest of the fence.  Today is the hardest day of work...it is 100 degrees outside.  We are a bit dehydrated, and we all get more sun that we should.  It is the hardest day, but we all have a blast talking about the 'old times' of racing and just painting, here in Vietnam.  I’m sure our fence is becoming the most beautiful fence in Da Nang today.
	As we got more computers right before I left, I need to order more monitors and tables so Lihn and I head out to the back and try to transfer some money.  Since I don't have a picture ID on me, I'll need to wait till the next day.  I think this center will have greatly benefited from these computers, more than the other two centers have.  They have a nice facility, and the staff right here, but they have had a hard time advertising to get the kids in here.  Since they have not had computers before, unlike the other centers, this will greatly enhance their 'pull' factor for the kids.  They plan to hire a teacher soon and teach computer classes to the locals children.
	After work, we head back to Danang and tackle Marble Mountain again for Terry's sake.  Again, we are followed by helpful shop keepers, but they are not as friendly.  At times they seem frustrated that we keep taking tangents on the mountain in the dark after hours to see the cemetery, 'other' caves and lookouts that are on their schedule...but this is all about us so we do.  In the end, it turns out that they are the shop keepers of the same store.  I wish we would have had our other tour guides.
	Again we ask them to give us a ride to the beach front restaurant on motor bikes which they do, and we order way too much to each, but not enough to fill our stomachs.  Before we turn in, once again we head into Danang, I pick up some stuff from the My Khe hotel I had left while going to Hue, and visit our coffee shop and have ice cream.
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