We, your tearful and contrite dislocated hippies spotted these stern moral injunctions in a temple next to the HCM Museum in Hanoi. We recognised ourselves (and most of you if truth be told) immediately and fell into a swoon.
We have been dissolute hippies, travelling, listening to loud music and rarely, if ever, building toilets for our people. If only we’d been here thirty years ago !
But alas it’s too late for regrets now for it seems we are destined (if we haven’t arrived there already and THAT dear Sirs and Madams is a hotly debated point in the streets and cafes of Hanoi) to an old age riddled (inter-alia) with:
idiocy, strangulated bowels, lack of success, paralysis, power loss, disastrous retributions, disorders of the internal organs, loneliness and incompetency,
(although with the latter it seems we will be partially compensated with a pretty neat looking Tom Sawyer style raft).
It’s too late for us but save yourselves !!!