The lovely package I received today from Hoi An
If I haven’t effused enough about the wonderful people in Vietnam, then I’m about to explode the motherlode of love on them. Three weeks ago, at a cafe one afternoon in Hoi An, I sat down to have a yogurt smoothie. Don’t laugh. I love a good yogurt smoothie, especially in the form of the lassi, the Indian yogurt drink. I may look like a sock-hopping teenybopper when I’m sipping them through a straw, but I don’t care. They’re crazy delicious.
Anyway, while savoring my yogurt smoothie at Mango Mango Cafe, I decided to check my voicemail, since my friends and I were about to meet up with the hubby in Saigon (the hubby slaved away at work while I frolicked about in Hoi An; it’s a cruel, cruel world we live in). In our rush to finish up at the cafe and catch our flight, I left my cell phone on one of the cafe’s outdoor tables.
Above, the lounge at Mango Rooms Cafe (photo from Uncornered Market)
By the time I realized my mistake, we were already on the airplane heading to Saigon, and I feared my cell phone was long lost. It’s not that my phone was particularly fancy or irreplaceable, but I use it to store all of my U.S. and Malaysian phone numbers. Without it, I’d not only have to get a new Malaysian phone number, but I’d have to go about getting in touch with everyone — from my favorite chicken lady to my dad — to reconstruct my phone book.
On a lark, I looked up the e-mail address of the Mango Mango Cafe online and sent them an e-mail. Within a day, Thienly Le from the Cafe got in touch with me, apologizing for her delay in response (if you can even imagine). She had my cell phone, and wanted to know where she could send it. Immediately I offered to pay for a courier envelope, knowing it must be no small cost to mail something to Malaysia from Vietnam.
The lovely Thienly Le in Vietnam packaged my cell phone in gauze before packing it in a box
I didn’t hear a response, so a couple of days later I sent another e-mail asking if there was anything I could do. Ly responded that day, saying she’d already dropped the phone in the mail.
And then, and then…it arrived today, just three days after we returned from our travels. I can hardly believe how incredibly nice she was to send it back to me, and so promptly. Of course, I’m sending her a little something to thank her, but I also want to implore all ten of my readers who are not related to me by blood or marriage to please visit Mango Mango Cafe in Hoi An, order a big meal and give Thienly Le a long, sweet hug from me.
Thanks, Thienly Le. Thanks, Mango Mango Cafe. Thanks, Vietnam.