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My Little Southeast Asia Adventure - Eight Stop: Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam
June 27 - June 29, 2008

"Ho Chi Minh is not a city that will roll out the red carpet just because you have arrived. On the contrary, it's proud enough to look you back in the eye and say, "Only for the brave." "- a writer for an airline magazine

Ho Chi Minh City (HCMC) was formerly known as Saigon. I took a 6 hour bus
from Phnom Penh to get there.

First thing that I noticed about HCMC: I've never seen so many motorbikes! A
common joke among visitors here is, "There are more motorbikes than people."


Highlights of my stay here:

On my first night, my phone (N95) almost got snatched away from me. I took a motorbike going to my host's house. When I had the driver stop at the street where I was to get off, I stayed on the motorbike while reviewing my host's address on my phone. Suddenly, another motorbike passed beside us and the girl behind the driver took hold of my phone and tried to grab it away from me. When I realized what was happening, I shouted AAAAAAAAAAH!!! (LOL) Luckily, the phone slid from her hand when the motorbike sped off. I didn't feel scared after what just happened. All I could think of was, "What the fuck was that?!"

Before coming to HCMC, I contacted My, a Vietnamese couchsurfer girl to host
me. She had major exams coming so she couldn't host me but instead, referred
me to Steven who lived with 2 other expats. My hosts were Steven, Charlie
and Whitney. Steven is a Canadian who works as an English teacher, Charlie
is from Buffalo, New York and works in the same school as Steven, and
Whitney is an American who works for the Marketing department of a hotel
there. They were awesome hosts.

The night that I arrived at my hosts' house, I realized there were EIGHT of
us couchsurfers that they are hosting! Diego and Camillo from Colombia,
Claudio from Brazil, Kim from Australia, Jonas from Germany, and the 2
Canadian girls whom I didn't get to know because they weren't able to join
our little party. That night, we went to apartment's rooftop where we
watched the stars while drinking what may have been Vietnam's version of
lambanog and talking about everything from work to red pill and blue pills.
Everyone was so drunk and "rocked". LOL!

My, (the Vietnamese couchsurfer) took me, Steven, Karen (another CSer from
Canada but wasn't staying with us) and Claudio to a public swimming pool.
The Rules of the Pool:

1. Leave all your bags, clothes and everything else in the counters
designated for boys and girls – i.e, you should only be in your swim wear
with nothing else with you except your goggles if you have them, and your
claim tag when you enter the pool area.

2. All boys shall stay on the right side of the pool while all girls
stay on the left. A floating marker is in the middle of the pool to
implement this, and should not be crossed.

3. You only have 45 minutes to swim in the pool. Every hour, a bell
will ring to signal the people to get in the pool. After 45 minutes, another
bell will ring and everyone should be out of the pool. The next bell will
ring in 15 minutes to let the next set of customers swim in the pool.

4. Once you get out of the pool before the 45 minutes is over, you
cannot get back in.

I.KID.YOU.NOT. Those really are the rules of this particular pool. Of course
I couldn't take photos because I couldn't bring anything! Steven, however,
managed to sneak in his underwater camera because he placed it in his swim
shorts' pocket.

I played bowling, pool (me and Steven won against an American and his
partner, YAY!) and went drinking with the other couchsurfers. On my way out
of the ladies room, a white guy who was standing near the door was looking
at my chest and just blurted out "Wow. Nice boobs." I stood there surprised
for a moment, not sure how to react.

Then I said "Thank you."

Surprised, he said, "Oh. You understand English?"

"Yes."

"I meant that as a compliment."

"I did take it as a compliment."

Apparently, he must've thought I was a local who couldn't understand English
(Most Vietnamese don't).

I didn't really get around HCMC because I decided to stay there for only 2
days. I did see some sights around the city though.





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Motorbikes everywhere!
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Motorbikes everywhere I tells ya.
  

The Awesome HCMC couchsurfers!
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Cau
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Tanke de Guerra
  

US-Vietnam war photos
  

War photos @ the War Museum
  

War photos @ the War Museum
  

More tanks @ the Museum
  

Bomber planes
  

Bomber planes
  

Bombs over Vietnam
  

Jets
  

I wish they didn't exist.
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A model of the so-called Tiger Cage
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The guillotine
  

Beside a chopper
  

The Reunification Palace
  

Random photos
  

The Notre Dame Cathedral
  

Look who's in Saigon!
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Bowling with the couchsurfers
  

The Colombian Lost Boys!
  

Fresh Spring rolls! Yummm!
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Old train at the Saigon Train Station
  


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cedvivien wrote on Jul 21, '08
ohh beautiful spot.
cedvivien wrote on Jul 21, '08
wow...
cedvivien wrote on Jul 21, '08
ok i should take note of that snatching thing in vietnam.
mynameisryel wrote on Jul 21, '08
Suddenly, another motorbike passed beside us and the girl behind the driver took hold of my phone and tried to grab it away from me. When I realized what was happening, I shouted AAAAAAAAAAH!!! (LOL) Luckily, the phone slid from her hand when the motorbike sped off. I didn't feel scared after what just happened. All I could think of was, "What the fuck was that?!"
I was on the train today and this two couple (who looked like junkies) sat a seat across from me and started passing alcohol to each other - which made me think that shit happens wherever you go.
mynameisryel wrote on Jul 21, '08
At some point, I told myself, I will never become like these backpackers I see, I will shower every day, have clean undies with me all the time, look presentable and basically not smell - haha, after awhile, hygiene is really one of the first to go.
mynameisryel wrote on Jul 21, '08
On my way out
of the ladies room, a white guy who was standing near the door was looking
at my chest and just blurted out "Wow. Nice boobs."
This guy, one of the friends on the groom's side during the wedding, a total stranger, just came up to the table where the bf and I were and blurted out 'sweet girl you have there' in Norwegian. Of course I didn't understand it and the bf didn't think it was odd till later so he just said: that guy just paid you a compliment and patted me on the head.

I got to learn me some Norwegian.
mynameisryel wrote on Jul 21, '08
Stabbing Sharona, was there a museum or whatever dedicated to the victims of Agent Orange?
jillyfishyfishy wrote on Jul 21, '08
hahahahaha!
vishadomini wrote on Jul 22, '08
ohh beautiful spot.
It really was Ced! We would just lie down and look at the stars!
vishadomini wrote on Jul 22, '08, edited on Jul 22, '08
shit happens wherever you go.
Yes, it does! I forgot to add here that a motorbike driver didn't get the street name I was pointing on my map right and ended up taking me to the opposite side of town. Since we have already agreed on a price, I insisted I won't pay extra because it was his fault. Sometimes, when shit happens, it depends on how you look at it. For this one, some would have been royally pissed off. For me, it was a free joyride in a new place, so it was a good thing. Hahaha!
vishadomini wrote on Jul 22, '08
that guy just paid you a compliment and patted me on the head.
LOL! Did he add "That'll do, Piggy. That'll do."
vishadomini wrote on Jul 22, '08
Stabbing Sharona, was there a museum or whatever dedicated to the victims of Agent Orange?
This museum I went to (War Remnants Museum) held everything related to the US-Vietnam War. There is a division that displayed photos relating to the Agent Orange such as planes spraying Agent Orange Dioxin on civilian villages in Vietnam, photos of crippled and deformed victims of Agent Orange. It was sad. This business of war is the biggest shit of them all.
mynameisryel wrote on Jul 23, '08
"That'll do, Piggy. That'll do."
Waa, so you think I am fat too? Sniff.

Bf asked me yesterday: hey, when did you get an ass, I missed the memo!

And I'm supposed to hit the beach tomorrow.

Sniff.
mynameisryel wrote on Jul 23, '08
Since we have already agreed on a price, I insisted I won't pay extra because it was his fault.
Could you pull that off in the Philippines though?

This bus driver we rode in suddenly stood up in the middle of a stop and barked at some people. We thought that he was sending hooligans off or something but how could 70-year-old geriatrics qualify as such, anyway, it turns out they were American tourists who had no frigging clue where they were going and he was just being helpful in telling them that this was the stop they asked him about (again, I really need to learn me some Norwegian so I could distinguish one bark from another).

And on another incident, this other bus we took two days ago suddenly stopped in the middle of driving and honked at something angrily. We thought it was just one of those famed suicidal motorists in Oslo (you would be surprised how many of them are in here), turns out he was shooing away a kid who was playing precariously close to the road and the driver idled the bus till he got that kid's parents' attention. After which, the driver proceeded to act like any other suicidal motorist in Oslo :P
mynameisryel wrote on Jul 23, '08
This business of war is the biggest shit of them all.
We wandered into a Vietnamese resto (don't ask me why, but I woke up yesterday and decided I wanted to eat with chopsticks) and I thought of you.

But not in that way, ok?
vishadomini wrote on Jul 23, '08
Waa, so you think I am fat too? Sniff.

Bf asked me yesterday: hey, when did you get an ass, I missed the memo!

And I'm supposed to hit the beach tomorrow.

Sniff.
Hyuk hyuk hyuk! I don't know about you but I know in these here parts I'm the one who's getting some ass! I don't know if it's from walking for more than a month with a huge ass backpack, or all the food I was eating along the way.
vishadomini wrote on Jul 23, '08
Could you pull that off in the Philippines though?

This bus driver we rode in suddenly stood up in the middle of a stop and barked at some people. We thought that he was sending hooligans off or something but how could 70-year-old geriatrics qualify as such, anyway, it turns out they were American tourists who had no frigging clue where they were going and he was just being helpful in telling them that this was the stop they asked him about (again, I really need to learn me some Norwegian so I could distinguish one bark from another).

And on another incident, this other bus we took two days ago suddenly stopped in the middle of driving and honked at something angrily. We thought it was just one of those famed suicidal motorists in Oslo (you would be surprised how many of them are in here), turns out he was shooing away a kid who was playing precariously close to the road and the driver idled the bus till he got that kid's parents' attention. After which, the driver proceeded to act like any other suicidal motorist in Oslo :P
Before I go to Norway, I should learn me some Norwegian too. At least enough to tell whether I am being asked to get off the bus, or he's just shooing away a kid. I don't want to get off at the wrong stop. Hahahaha!
vishadomini wrote on Jul 23, '08
We wandered into a Vietnamese resto (don't ask me why, but I woke up yesterday and decided I wanted to eat with chopsticks)
Eat Cao Lau next time you eat Vietnamese! Best food I've ever eaten!
mynameisryel wrote on Jul 23, '08
Before I go to Norway, I should learn me some Norwegian too. At least enough to tell whether I am being asked to get off the bus, or he's just shooing away a kid. I don't want to get off at the wrong stop.
Well, as for getting lost, you got to be an idiot or really unlucky.

They are pretty organized when it comes to bus stops, train stops, tram stops - all you have to do is be able to read maps hehe. But yeah they have some rules here like some buses are not allowed to stop at certain points.

There is always asking the bus driver though (most of them speak serviceable English) if he is not aggravated enough hehe. Some of them are pleasantly nice. Like this old man with Donald Sutherland looks who gave me a free ride (technically, there is no free ride, since the bus tickets you purchase pretty much cover all the points within the city) to the train station even if it wasn't his route.

Of course, like the good girl that I am, I sat on the nearest exit away from him and kept fingering my keys and thinking of ways I could use the bus's hammer on him if he makes the wrong move :)
mynameisryel wrote on Jul 23, '08
Cao Lau
Ok, what is this?

I am no expert on Vietnamese and the menu was both in Vietnamese and Norwegian so we went with Norwegian - surprisingly enough, I am getting the hang of reading food items in Norwegian.
mynameisryel wrote on Jul 23, '08
or all the food I was eating along the way
Must be the food. I have been walking more than I've ever walked back in Manila and still some pants are pinching me already
vishadomini wrote on Jul 23, '08
Ok, what is this?

I am no expert on Vietnamese and the menu was both in Vietnamese and Norwegian so we went with Norwegian - surprisingly enough, I am getting the hang of reading food items in Norwegian.
Cau Lao: Click here.
insiklee wrote on Jul 23, '08
what the hell kind of pool was that shar? Nazi concentration pool????

And yeah, kataw-anan tong "compliment" dah. hahahahhahahaha
insiklee wrote on Jul 23, '08
mao ni ang mga fellow backpackers? cool! rakenrol!
insiklee wrote on Jul 23, '08
jah-beeeehhhh!!!!!!
vishadomini wrote on Jul 23, '08
what the hell kind of pool was that shar? Nazi concentration pool????

And yeah, kataw-anan tong "compliment" dah. hahahahhahahaha
Hahahaha! Strange yeah? We may think it's strange, but thing is, to them, we are the strange lot, not them.
vishadomini wrote on Jul 23, '08
Yes, sir! But they're fellow backpackers only in HCMC. Some of them left before me, some, later.
vishadomini wrote on Jul 23, '08
jah-beeeehhhh!!!!!!
As a kid, I used to read it Jobilee.
hydronymph wrote on Sep 1, '08
i luv those fresh greens they give u onthe side! jsut makes it more apetizing...
hydronymph wrote on Sep 1, '08
reminds me of that sting song... Russians... even though this is in vietnam... same difference!
hydronymph wrote on Sep 1, '08
isolation! aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!
hydronymph wrote on Sep 1, '08
hahah cool!!!
hydronymph wrote on Sep 1, '08
ooh yum!
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