My best experience in Vietnam

Ok, wow. I don't know how to describe what happened. In the morning I jumped on a boat. At first we stopped at some "Disneyland" inspired aquarium. "Great!" I thought to myself, "This is going to be the most touristy bullshit experience of history of men kind". Whatever. Next was snorkelling. That was nice. Ok, maybe I was wrong. This could turn to be an ok piece of the trip. There was a coral reef, lots of fish, real nice. Apparently we are stopping somewhere for lunch. I thought that was included. And it is, BUT at this stop you can order paid fresh seafood to go with your lunch - of course, everything included is not really everything. I guess "lunch partially included" doesn't sell as well. And there we arrive. My favourite place in Vietnam. Not surprisingly, a bar. But not just a bar. A floating boteco island, with no chairs nor tables, all made out of wood, with one piece of roof; sit on the floor policy, with little pools in its surrounds. Each little pool consists of a net with live, still-in-the-sea-water fresh, of all kinds and soon to be called, seafood. Just pick and choose. At first I was just looking around, taking photos. Until I hear the sounds of people "hoo-ray-ing" in what it sounded like Vietnamese. More specifically, the sound of people "hoo-ray-ing" alcohol in what it sounded like Vietnamese. I get closer. A couple of the Latvian people are already having shots with the locals. I join in. Two shots/1 minute later, each shot accompanied by a piece of mysterious, fresh and delicious seafood, without having to pay for it, just as a guest, I was asked to sit down. Give one of the girls a kiss (in the cheek! you and your dirty mind!), have another few shots, eat, clap when they sing. When they sing... Wow! I was in another world. That was it. No tourist bullshit, no people trying to sell you shit, no "look, he is a foreigner; lets try to get his money". Just them. Vietnamese people. Being themselves, simply enjoying life, having fun to the fact that they had some gringos crashing their lunch. It was Vietnamese culture. The songs where made out of one stupidly fucked up guitar (which I used to rock the boat and to play for my recently made local friends at the bar), claps, voices and a massive amount of energy. They were happy. They were friends. I realize much later, already in the hotel room, that I have crashed a company party. I was thinking of heritage and how the older person is so well respected in Asian cultures, and it didn't click when the one person that spoke very little English pointed to the elder man and told me "he is the boss". He actually meant "the boss". They were having a company trip coming from a city in the North. I don't know what kind of company it was or which job did anyone do, but as far as I'm concerned, they could have well been a public relations agency. And I think that's what's so amazing... the fact that these people, where the Vietnamese “me” people. The ones that have a life there, in that place, and they go to work and go out and have fun. They are friends, they go out and drink together, eat together, enjoy themselves. And there it is. The best memory I will have from this trip. Sure, its not over yet, but its going to be very hard to top that. I really wonder if they could compete with Google for the 'best work place' award.