The Talking Guy

We were walking to a mausoleum dedicated to Ho Chi Minh, who was pretty much the savior of Vietnam. People in small villages always had a picture of Ho Chi Minh hanging above their mantle to honor him. Anyway, though, we were nearing the entrance, everybody was telling us to stop recording, to be quiet, and to take off our hats, so my family and I, of course, abided by these rules. Meanwhile, behind us, there was a guy talking the whole time to each and every soldier, making them break character. Kind of making them a bit hypocritical. Even when we were in the room housing his body, the man kept on talking to the soldiers. I said one word and they shushed me. The moral of this story is, we are the guest in their country.