So you have been backpacking through South East Asia for a couple of months. You have trekked to the hills, sat on Kho San drinking too much Singha beer, seen one to many pagodas and you haven’t had a decent shower in I don’t know how long. Not the makings of romance for you and your significant other.
We drove non stop from the border to downtown Saigon. A city etched in my brain from all of the war films that I watched as a kid. This is a place that I never dreamed that I would be visiting and here I am, standing right in the centre of it. Women whiz by on their mopeds, dressed in white from head to toe. White gloves, white hat, flowing white silk suits and a white mask to block out exhaust pollution. Motorbikes span the streets in thick packs making crossing feel like a game of Frogger.
Recent Comments