My passport and visa passed muster, my checked bag slid down the chute and customs was a yawn. The ATM spit out 9,000,000 Dong (yes millions) and I went I'm search of the local #152 bus.
A new city, a new language, an old local bus and a hotel to find. In a small alley. What could go wrong? I aimed for "Center-Center" and 6 km and a buck layer I was off the bus and trying to match my map to a seething mass of scooters, buses and pedestrians.
Advantage Saigon: the street signs are in Roman Script. Albeit with a few map reading stops, I walked right to my hotel, small alley and all.
The afternoon was the dazed post flight spent on the roof top terrace watching the afternoon thunder clouds.
A quick nap and I started exploring the neighborhood. Here is what commuting looks like.
Ah!, Thai-like gutters/sewers on the street. I'm guessing they smell better in November than they do in June.
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