Our guide Hong, (not sure of spelling, pronounced Hum, means "raisin" in Vietnamese), spoke in a mostly incomprehensible accent that had me and the tourists looking at her blankly for much of the tour, smiling when she smiled and trailing after her when she turned around and marched off. Here she’s saying that Vietnamese must love rice because they have to eat it so much. And people here have a saying that when someone dies, they stop loving rice; instead, they love soil.