Life is just slower here in Vietnam. Patience is a skill that I've been trying to hone while living here. Nothing happens in a timely manner - or rather, it happens on Vietnamese time. There is absolutely no sense of urgency in anything.
It took several weeks for me to get a bicycle after I moved here, because I had to wait for a Vietnamese person to go with me to translate. I've been waiting months for a skirt to be made, with still no sign of completion. People say: oh yes, I'll take you to that park/temple/mountain, but it never happens.
I'm trying to learn to be patient, to overcome my Western culture, which compells me to be productive & to expect others to be as well, but it's been difficult & frustrating nonetheless.