The maid doesn't understand...

First, we are on the 4th floor...a walk up...gasp, gasp...and the 12 y/o maid (probably 25y/o) sprints up the stairs to clear our room without it raising her heart rate a single beat.  I climb those f'n stairs and I can't get the key in the door because my heart is heaving in my chest so much it's banging against the door and I can't see the keyhole!  They've installed oxygen just inside the door for motivation.  So, the maid...wait, we've switched to a 15y/o Glenlivet since Johnny died...mmmmmmmmm...where was I?...oh ya, the maid!  So she cleans our room, and we tip her...well, she thinks we are out of our minds!  When she makes up the bed, and finds our air mattresses under the sheets she laughs...we bring our own beds to sleep on their beds...now that's just plain CRAZY!  Maybe she has a point, but these beds are HARD.  Tomorrow I'll go out and take some more pictures...it was a lazy day today...besides, I sent all my clothes out to be laundered!  If I went out today, all I would have gotten were pics of people pointing...it's hard enough walking around Hanoi without the paparazzi bugging me!  Tomorrow amigos!