The Road Into Hoi An Part 2

And the road, the road, is blue and grey, with sounds and sounds and a new deal every day, and every way you can think of , which shudders the big blue, the big grey buildings of plaster and bare, bare brick and nonsense, no sense electrical, theatrical buzzing flashing market, stalls; And you weave you weave, you have to in the mesmeric, rhetoric of the heavy, levy, worse on sunday, black, red and plastic blue, gassed up, metered, skipping, gripping, ripping motor biking traffic from hell; from now; from anywhere: and the harsh, kitsch sounds and painted boards send you up the hill, and into the thousand-shop main street ; the biggest shopping street in the , ”where you from, what you looking for?” hairy, scary, repairing, crazy, bucolic, alcoholic, in your face, in your place, no disgrace, screwy, all day , crazy, throbbing, bobbing, jobbing, whirling, curling Hoi An crazy world.