I guess people do eat dogs here, but it’s not too common.
Some places you’d never go on your own. But then someone invites you along and you say, “Sure, why not. I have no Saturday plans.”
No more hostel! Moved into a room around the corner from work. But first, had to say bye to my trusty driver.
This may sound obvious, but the creepiest thing about the War Museum was the people in all the pictures looking just like people I see all day every day: serving me breakfast, riding around on motorbikes and at work.
One of the last things I expected to find in Vietnam was Bob! Yet, here he is.
I may not have left the hostel until after noon, but I sure got a lot done today.
Living proof that one can find some cool Vietnamese hanging around the backpacker area.
Last Monday was so magical, it took me over a week just to sort it all out. And here it is! All sorted and magical.
Sophie’s from Jersey (not NJ) and Anders is from Denmark (not Sweden). They’re both staying at my hostel and here’s what they have to say about life.
A quick look at some of the stuff I’ve been eating for the past couple weeks here in Saigon.
Vietnam’s no shopper’s paradise, but if you need something while you’re here, no need to spend too much. $3.50 (70,000 VND) for a t-shirt is a start.
Before I started my new job, I made it out to this turn-of-the-century colonial mansion to browse traditional and contemporary art.
I really like the guys running the place. Just not sure about south Vietnam long term. (I’m tired of constantly sweating.) Btw, Happy Thanksgiving everyone! Hope you’re someplace cooler than here.
The Củ Chi tunnels were the Viet Cong’s base of operations for the Tét Offensive. Their creativity is apparent in this complex network and adaptations like the delay mine and the Ho Chi Minh Sandal.
Pics of where I’m staying and some nice girls I met. And we’re going on a trip together!
On the way to Cu Chi: a famous road, smoking, The American War, being stuck in Vietnam forever and lacquer artwork.
Saigon’s been pretty overwhelming, with the constant flurry of activity (and mopeds! Oh, the mopeds.) It’s taking awhile to sort out my thoughts.