Visiting Bangkok and Hanoi... February 20-27, 2016

It is so amazing how our lives are guided by the hand of our Heavenly Father.  This visit to Bangkok proved to be a tender mercy for Dad and I.  Although the reason for going there was stressful, the environment was a bit of a reprieve for us.  Dad didn't have to drive for a week, that in itself was therapeutic.

The trains were great and we caught on really fast to Thailand money and what we needed for fare, and where our stops were.

  Very crowded... You just squeeze in...

Our hotel was a Marriott since it was one close to the hospital.  This felt like we were in the U.S.  I told Dad I could be fooled to think we were in California and our return airline ticket would say California to Salt Lake.  For a bit the stresses of Cambodia were left in Cambodia.

The doctors here at the hospital were really caring and nice, while at the same time professional.  We felt like I was in good hands.  Everything was really clean and seemed like a normal hospital.  You all know the story there.  We are grateful for all blessings given.



Food was sooooo delicious.   McDonalds right off, (first picture was at McDonalds, can't find it) and Krispie Creme twice.  Our hotel status gave us the executive floor lounge which  had delicious western breakfast and food available all day and night. 
Restaurants all around ...we ate way too much.  Even 7/11 by us for night snacks.  A snicker bar for like 20 cents...

Apple pie and ice cream for Dad

The malls here were amazing!  Every high fashion store you have ever heard of, and many that Salt Lake has never seen.

An aquarium that looked amazing. Wished we had time to go in.  It was like an all day thing.

Some sight seeing...

 Notice the orange monk behind the pole.

This was how all the walls were hand painted.  They were amazing.

 Dad just goes right up to the what ever it is...stuff... 
His camera gives him power...

 Here is that monk. I thought it was a statue.  I leaned close to look at it, (him) then realized he was breathing...oops  He seriously had been sitting still for so long and looked kind of waxy.

There were monks living quarters here.  

Some monk sounds coming from their temples... sorry again another to watch and hear when we get home...

Now Hanoi...

Not the Marriott anymore but nice.  We did have to ask for a different room because our shower had mold, so they upgraded us to a suite which was perfect because we needed to spend most of the next day working in the room on assignments.  We each had a desk so it was comfortable.

We accomplished what we were assigned to do with photography and the write up on it, and had a wonderful experience listening to Elder Stevenson.




                                                      We did a little sightseeing later in the day.

They wouldn't let Dad in unless he checked his camera, which was not an option, so I went through to see Ho Chi Minh alone.  Definitely dead.... kind of eerie..  But when I got out the other side, they wouldn't let me go back to where Dad was, they asked for money, which I didn't have (I left my purse, with my passport and money with Dad) They couldn't understand what I was saying, they just made me go a certain direction.  I had to walk around a couple of blocks by myself, kind of unnerving, (remember what country this is).  Along the way 2 young adult Vietnamese boys on a tour saw me and were concerned.  They spoke a little English and accompanied me back, talking to the guards telling them I was just trying to get back to my husband. They stayed with me until the guards let me in past the ropes to where we could see Dad.  So thankful for them.

Getting tickets to see the Temples.  Dad is always easy for me to find.  The other tall guy is a rarity. 

Happy to fly back to Phnom Penh the next morning.  

Different geography to see on the flight screen. 

On with our Mission!!!