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    Day 5 — Arrival in Da Nang!

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    It was another glorious day in Vietnam today, and the view from our home for the next few days is as wonderful as the last. We are staying at the Alani Hotel, in Da Nang, before travelling to Hoi An for the remainder of our holiday. I booked a suite on the tenth floor of this charming building, and I wasn't disappointed with the vista across the sea. It is important for me to have some inspiration when typing, so the view is important. When Darrell goes off to the pool or beach, I can sit quietly for an hour or two and write today's entry.
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    The flight itself from Saigon took a little over an hour and was relatively uneventful. We were sitting with our seat belts fastened for most of the journey, since there was a lot of turbulence, however, which always turns my stomach. You know what I'm like, gripping hold of the seat, for dear life, for the majority of the time we are in the sky. Despite this, as ever, we arrived in one piece, and went straight through arrivals and outside within just a few minutes.

    Da Nang does feel different to Saigon; it is quieter for a start, and there are fewer mopeds on the road, which was a blessing. This part of our journey around southern Vietnam, is about relaxing, and so far it feels a lot more chilled. Having said that, I have to say, I haven't been sleeping particularly well on this holiday, mainly because of the early starts each day. We do tend to fill up at breakfast, then just eat an evening meal. This really doesn't account for the weight I have put on — I think I can safely put that down to copious amounts of alcohol. For that reason I'm not too concerned about the weight gain, it should just drop off when I arrive back home, well in theory at least.

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    We had a wander around Da Nang when we arrived, before we checked in, having lunch in a distinctly French café; that French influence is literally everywhere. After freshening up, we had a drink on the rooftop bar, at the Alani Hotel. The bar and infinity pool, does have rather delicious views over the bay where we are situated.

    Walking along the promenade, just a street in front of The Alani, I was struck by the almost European feel Da Nang has. This seems to be the same, wherever I have gone in Vietnam; the old colonial influence is everywhere you look, around every corner and up every street. This makes Vietnam very different to any other Asian country I have been to. I can't decide whether I like it or not; Vietnam nevertheless does have a unique charm all of its own.

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    Darrell and I do tend to use our time away, to talk to people back in the UK. This genuinely is the only time we actually have anytime to do so. Our lives in Perth are so God damn busy, that we rarely have time to sit still. As soon as I get home from work, I am falling asleep — maybe that is just typical for an old man, I just don't know?

    I managed to catch a quick conversation with our friend Elaine, back in Southampton, who was pleased to hear from us, and equally it was good to hear a friendly voice. Elaine is one of those rare people who has remained a friend for many years. When we moved to Australia, she became more important, as a connection to the past, that played such a significant role in mine and Darrell's time, living in the UK. We will certainly be catching up with other familiar faces while we are here!

    In the evening, Darrell and I made our way into Da Nang centre for a bite to eat. Once again, like Saigon, this place comes alive after dark and the streets have a very different vibe to them. Being situated on the coast, it is so much cooler here as well. The sun doesn't bother me too much, but for Darrell, who really hates the heat these days, it was perfect.

    After dinner, I had arranged to meet an old patron and friend from my days working at The Newcome pub. Chris was a familiar face when I worked behind the bar and I have followed his exploits, as he travelled around Vietnam, with interest. When he knew I was coming to Da Nang, he suggested we meet up at the Shamrock bar, and I was particularly excited to see him.

    Chris is now married to a Vietnamese lady and doesn't live too far from the centre of Da Nang. He seems so happy living in this part of the World, and who can blame him. For Darrell and I, Asia is a place we love and could quite easily live in when we retire —  given the right circumstances, of course. Chris made that dream seem as real as ever, as he encouraged us to do what we thought was right.

    Working at The Newcome was a really special time for me and meeting great people like Chris, left me with some good memories to take with me to the other side of the World. Despite the difficulties surrounding our departure, it is people who make us who we are; surrounding ourselves with positive, trusted individuals is part of a process, that allows us the ability to move forwards with our endeavours, wherever we are. Memories will always remain the most important aspect of my life, and I am grateful for those who are a part of it, especially today.

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    Day 4 - War Remnants Museum (Reluctantly)

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    Well I'm back from a trip on the 'Hop on, hop off' bus, and I can safely say, today has been the hottest thus far. Despite this, it has also been the least busy. There is absolutely no way I could have done anything too strenuous; this holiday has really been more about relaxing and taking it easy and not overdoing it.

    Recently, I have had a few health issues to deal with, that have left me a little exhausted, so this trip is about recuperating and preparing for the future. As I have gotten older, I have become more aware of my own mortality, as such I am trying to fit in as much as I can; that is important to me, especially now. Don't get too concerned, I'm certainly not going to drop dead tomorrow, but there are issues I have to have investigated further, and being the health anxiety mess I am, I am a little concerned.

    This holiday to Vietnam is about unwinding and recharging my batteries, after seven months of solid working. It has been a hard four weeks for me, especially because I am changing jobs when I return from Vietnam. I am, however, determined to carry on as normal, and put any difficulties behind me, while I channel all my energy into moving forwards in life. Included in that, is my continued desire to travel; this trip to Vietnam has given me the opportunity to relax in a way I haven't for a long time.

    I was, and still am, determined to use my time here positively; as I mentioned yesterday, I don't intend to revisit the Vietnam War too much, because that tends to leave me quite down and depressed. Nevertheless, today, Darrell and I had to visit the 'War Remnants Museum' here in Saigon. This isn't something I wanted to do, but after buying two tickets on the sightseeing bus, I discovered this excursion was included in the price of the ticket. In many ways, it made me just a little angry, but because it was so bloody God damn hot outside, Darrell and I decided to go into this museum anyway.

    Darrell went around all the exhibits with a sense of determination, discovering much about the Vietnam War, that he wouldn't have otherwise know. I, stubbornly, took a step back, and didn't see too much by choice; it just wasn't something I wanted to partake in. However, at the end of our visit, we met a Vietnamese gentleman outside, who had no hands and forearms. He had them blown off in a landmine incident when he was eight years old. He wanted Darrell and I to shake his arms as if his hands were still there, and of course we bought several books from him about the war.

    These will not be books I read, but will remain in the plastic covers they were given to me in, as a reminder of the pain this gentleman, now approaching old age, went through. The Vietnam War was truly horrifying, and I have learnt so much about its consequences on the population here. It has made them the people they are and given each one of them a deep sense of purpose. I do feel humbled in their presence, because, unlike them, I have never had to endure such hardship. Without their stories, I really wouldn't understand the ramifications of the conflict on families, and the enduring, lasting effects it continues to have on generations of Vietnamese.

    I have realised today, that you can't just block out the past, because you don't like it. You have to deal with it, and the ramifications of people's actions, that affected ordinary lives. The trauma caused by the Vietnam War, will live on forever, as families continue to mourn their loved ones and come to terms with the pain of loss. I may well want this holiday to be about happiness, rainbows and unicorns, but I am also well aware of Vietnamese history, and in my own way, commemorate all those who died, because of man's inhumanity to man.

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    Sitting in the Craft Beer Café, drinking a large pint Jasmine tonic, I was left rather empty from today's experience. It was indeed humbling to meet someone who had been so affected by the Vietnam War, but it was also quite thought-provoking, as I wrestled with my own feelings about the destruction that was caused in Vietnam.

    Despite everything that has happened to this country, the people are open and welcoming and forgiven the west for the pain they caused to this resilient nation. I am so appalled by the way people were treated here, that it disgusts and angers me, every time I think about it. This communist country as evolved into a tolerant and accepting nation, and it speaks volumes about who these remarkable people are.

    I'm sure I will be back here before long, and I will never forget the time I have spent travelling this great country, especially Ho Chi Minh City. Tomorrow we leave for Da Nang, a World away from the Vietnam War, but after today, I will still carry a piece of it in my heart, remembering all those who gave their lives in pursuit of freedom. God rest your souls, all of you!

    We ended the day with the best Italian food since I visited Rome and Napoli, and the service was exceptional! @ Italiani's Pizza 2 in Ho Chi Minh City — Absolutely delicious!
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    Day 3 — The Independence Palace, Saigon!

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    The Independence Palace

    Today was the hottest day in Vietnam so far, approaching 40 degrees. Now I am well-used to these temperatures, living in Australia, but what I am not used to, is the high humidity levels. These are commonplace in Asia and must have been well over 80% at the height of the day. Still, we had a pre-planned appointment at The Independence Palace, about fifteen minutes walk from where we are staying, delving into Vietnam's recent past.

    This was one monument I was looking forward to seeing; I am a Brutalism enthusiast and find this style of architecture a joy. The Independence Palace is breathtaking in every respect; despite its modern appearance, I was overwhelmed by the size and configuration of this building. Entering the Palace is an awe-inspiring experience!

    There are many staterooms, that are set for various functions and meetings and all of them are surprisingly sumptuous in design. Everyone of the individually decorated spaces are in keeping with this large, open, airy, modern piece of Vietnamese architecture. Walking around this place, with the hundreds of tourists from all over the World on a Sunday morning, you are kept relatively cool, away from the hot temperature outside. I was certainly impressed by just how fresh this building was inside, despite having little to no air-conditioning. The Independence Palace was specifically designed to keep the occupants comfortable, even on the hottest of days.

    As you walk around the grounds of the Palace, you are reminded of the Vietnam War, which is a huge part of Vietnam's history. There are examples of military hardware wherever you look — helicopters, tanks, and planes. This was an important addition to our time in Saigon, but it is the only time Darrell and I will spend thinking about that terrible war. That may seem a little uncaring for some, but we both made a conscious decision to avoid such locations as The War Remnants Museum and Chi Chi Tunnels.

    Having travelled to Vietnam in the past, I visited many of the places that document the Vietnam War. These are not places to take lightly. They left me with a very heavy heart and a deep sense of foreboding that took many months to overcome. I still have those significant, horrifying memories, but I do not dwell on them, as much as I used to.

    This holiday to Vietnam, is about seeing the other side of this country, just as influential as its war history, commemorated every day. During my ten days here, I want to experience the positivity, that the Vietnamese are famous for and put the war to one side. As a young Vietnamese lad told me, there is more to this country than death — we also need to celebrate life! How true; Never forget the past that made you who you are, the resilience of those who live in this beautiful country is legendary, and it's the future of younger generations that is important; their vibrancy is infectious and that is reason enough to visit this wonderful land!



    Conversational English with Sushi at The Phương Nam Book Café

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    From The Independence Palace, we walked back to the hotel, stopping for a coffee in Book Street. This seems to be my go-to place, the area where I feel most at home, surrounded by books and the many nationalities that frequent this famous street in Saigon.

    Darrell was less than impressed that we didn't go to a fully air-conditioned establishment, but I feel more relaxed, sitting in The Book Café and the gentle oscillation of a fan behind me. This really is my idea of heaven and in another life, I would be here like a shot, every day of my life.

    Yesterday was a healthy day for me, I only drank a pint and a half of beer, preferring carrot juice instead. So with another, 20000 steps under my belt, well needed refreshment was required. Sitting in the café, gently passing the time of day and people watching from the open verandah that wraps around this idyllic place, I was transported to a far better place, away from the hustle and bustle of the city.

    We must have been there for about ten minutes, when a young girl approached me called Sushi. She was eight years old and asked me, ever so politely, if she could talk with me in English. At first, I was a little confused, since this isn't something that would normally happen in Australia, but asking Sushi if she was with her Mum, she duly pointed to a lady sat behind me; I was reassured, as we chatted about her life in Vietnam.

    Sushi was a joy to speak with; she has only been learning English for ten months and already her vocabulary is perfect. When I look at the way other nationalities embrace new languages, it often makes me feel ashamed to be English. This young girl — inquisitive, motivated and engaging, was happy to converse with a perfect stranger, encompassing everything that is perfect, honest, and confident in young children. Her desire to learn is infectious, and it is something all of us, even an old man like me, can learn from.

    Meeting Sushi was the highlight of my holiday to Vietnam. This unexpected encounter is a memory I will always cherish, as an adorable and unexpected experience in the heart of Saigon!


    Tao Đàn Park and Taco Del Sol
    From our hotel in District 3, we took a walk towards Tao Đàn Park and District 1. District 1 is far more lively than where we are staying, but it doesn't have the cultural landmarks that we go on holiday to see. It is full to bursting with bars and clubs, restaurants and other diverse establishments.

    We decided to have an early evening meal at Taco Del Sol, something other than Vietnamese for a change. The portion sizes are small here compared to Australia, and it's easy to see why Vietnam is the least obese nation in the World. The meal size is perfect for me now, but for Darrell, less so, who looked rather disappointed.

    Tomorrow is our last day in Ho Chi Minh City, and we want to make the most of it, so it was an early night after a few beers in the Craft Beer Café. I guess I must be showing my age — it wasn't that long ago I'd be up partying all night, now I'm happy to be in bed by 9 pm… Funny how life changes!

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    The end of another perfect day in Saigon
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    Day 2 in Ho Chi Minh City — Bitexco Tower, Beer and The Café Apartment Building!

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    Blogging With A View

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    What a wonderful view I woke up to this morning. As I pulled open the curtains, I was struck by the vibrant city scene outside. Sitting in a chair overlooking Pasteur, Phường 6, I was suitably relaxed enough, to put pen to paper — watching the sun rise high into the sky above the Bitexco Tower. This is what 'Roaming Brit' is all about — enjoying the views and commenting on a city I have never been to before.

    Getting Intimate With The Facilities

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    I have to say I was mighty impressed by the toilet in my hotel room at The Orchids Saigon Hotel. For someone who suffers with the scourge of piles (There I've said it, don't say I don't tell you anything) this modern piece of Japanese technology, in Communist Vietnam, is an absolute dream. I was so impressed, I'm even thinking of getting one myself at home, when we eventually renovate our bathroom. A word of warning however — When you tap the anal wash button, go careful; don't use full force, keep it gentle guys!

    Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf — Early Morning Brew
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    We stopped off at the 'Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf' on our way into the city today; a hot beverage, before the mercury began to rise, was just what the Doctor ordered. This is a lovely little establishment in the heart of Ho Chi Minh City, but they really do not know how to make a cup of Cha. I ordered a hot English Breakfast tea from the lady behind the counter, who looked at me confused. Now, considering it was on the menu, I just looked even more confused back and hoped for the best.

    Nevertheless, I persevered with my order, despite her pushing me to have it with ice. ICE!!! I ask you… Horrified, I stood my ground and insisted on a hot English brew. I think at that point, we just both gave up, and I just waited for whatever was brought to the table.

    Darrell had his usual blended ice coffee and I eventually got a sweet concoction, that vaguely resembled tea, but with so much sugar, I was buzzing from that alone, before you even talk about the caffeine. Vietnam may well be big on coffee, but they just can't make a decent cup of tea… that's where I will leave that one for now!


    Bitexco Financial Tower
    Our first stop of the day was the Bitexco Financial Tower, dominating the city skyline. This modern skyscraper serves as a vantage point for tourists, wanting to see the city from above. We paid half a million dong to travel to the 49th floor, so we could see across Ho Chi Minh City. It was amazing to observe the vast urban sprawl of nine million people displayed before us, but apart from spending another million and a half dong on souvenirs, there wasn't much else to do up there. It was certainly worth the trip, but I certainly won't be doing it again.

    The Café Apartment Building

    Another iconic building in Ho Chi Minh City is the Café Apartment Building, in what is probably the most touristy place in the city. So far we haven't been harassed by anyone, as we have navigated the streets here, but today, we have been constantly jostled as we have made our way around; especially outside the Café Apartment building. That's all well and good, after all, I understand we all need to make a living, but in the searing 40 degree heat, it really is a pain in the rear!

    The Café Apartment itself is really nothing special, and, like most utilitarian architecture in Ho Chi Minh, not of any particular architectural merit. If I am honest, I felt totally underwhelmed, but did enjoy the gritty undertones of the complex, that certainly felt very communistic in nature.

    We were going to have a quick lunch there, but there really wasn't anywhere to dine and after treading up eight floors, refusing to pay for the lift, we left without success. Not only were there cafés and retail establishments inside, but people also lived in this rather dilapidated building. It felt unloved and decaying, but it was good to visit, and at least It gave me a view of the city I wouldn't otherwise have had!


    Only In Vietnam Would You Get Free Beer

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    Outside the Café Apartment building I was offered a free beer, now I am not known for ever turning down a freebie, so I happily accepted. There was loud music playing in the square, and lots of vendors stores being set up. I'm guessing there is some sort of festival, but I have no idea what, even after consulting Dr Google! The beer was much needed, mind you!
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    Ben Thanh Market


    My advice — NEVER, EVER GO to Ben Tenh Market. The place was hot, overcrowded, and full of unsuspecting tourists like me. The goods on sale are probably fake and extremely overpriced, and certainly not worth the one million six hundred thousand dong I paid for them (About $100 Australian.) Of course, it is high on the tourist's agenda, so you have to pay a visit. However, keep your wits about you and don't pay too much.

    I wanted some linen shirts, ideal for these scorching temperatures and stopped at a local store, where a Vietnamese Lady brought out some Tommy Hilfiger garments, which looked and felt the part. Initially she wanted two point six million VND for three shirts and a pair of shorts and was reluctant to take the one point six I offered. As I was about to walk away, she relented, and to my horror, agreed to the price — personally I still think I've been robbed blind!


    Back At Gammer Beer

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    For lunch, we went back to Gammer Beer, which probably wasn't the best choice in the World. The selection and quality of the beer in this place is exceptional, and I could go here for that reason alone. Gammer Beer itself is very tasty and full of flavour; the black German beer was also a treat and went down very nicely. The food however is not the best, in fact I would say I didn't enjoy it at all. It was bland and overcooked — not what you should expect from Vietnam.

    Despite hearing wonderful reports about Vietnamese cooking, I find myself less than impressed so far. Maybe we just haven't been to the right places yet, but it does tend to lack flavour, and it isn't what I would call 'wow' food. We haven't actually tried Pho yet, but will do so tomorrow, maybe that will change my feelings.



    Ho Chi Minh City At Night

    After a relaxing few hours at the hotel, we popped out into Ho Chi Minh City in the evening. Now, I have heard that this place does come alive after 7 pm, and I wasn't disappointed. This magnificent city was absolutely buzzing in a way I hadn't seen before. During the day, there is definitely a very different vibe, and the roads are of course less crowded. This is mainly due to the intense heat before dusk. The city is cooler as the sun goes down, and people are happy to go out and about, meet friends, have a late dinner and just take their time strolling through the streets. As the old saying goes, 'it's only mad dogs and Englishmen, that go out in the midday sun' and I'm certainly a mad Englishman!

    The French influence is also everywhere  — old colonial French Indochina is just a few steps away, around every corner. This influence does give a distinctly European feel to the city, and its southern Mediterranean disposition, gives Ho Chi Minh a far more cosmopolitan ambience, than you would find in others comparable cities in Asia. As a Europhile, this city suits my affection for the European and Asian continents, and for that reason alone I could find myself spending a lot more time here.

    The Vietnamese population appears particularly welcoming in nature, and we have both had good experiences so far. They don't speak much English here, but then why should they; this was a French colony after all and with little connection to the English language there is no need to for them to converse in anything other than Vietnamese. I like the fact there is very little English spoken, it adds to a far more authentic travelling experience and that makes this place special.




    Dinner At Nha Hang Ngon

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    As we walked down to the Bitexco Financial Tower earlier, we passed by an amazing looking restaurant. I said to Darrell, 'we must eat there.' Well, you should never judge a book by its cover; despite the wonderful surroundings, in a traditional Vietnamese building, with plants and vines covering the outside — (a photographer's dream if you will) that is where the compliments end, at least on my behalf.

    Look, I know this blog probably sounds harsh today, and I am sure at times it is, but I have to be honest about what I write. This blog is not a pastiche, it is an accurate account of my journey to Vietnam. There were literally so many people trying to get into this unbelievably busy restaurant, that somewhere along the line, customer service was forgotten. This venue was noisy, with people brushing past you as you ate, and everyone was talking over one another trying to be heard. The palatial setting, as good as it was, was somewhat lost in a throng of people. It felt like a conveyor belt of customers, trying to get through their meal as quickly as possible, so the next person in the queue outside could take their still warm seat. I really didn't enjoy this experience at all.

    The food however was a little better than we had experienced so far. It was presented well enough and tasted pretty good, but I still can't help thinking how much better it would have been on a quieter night. It was a Saturday evening, and the place was full of locals, which usually is a good sign; maybe the people who live and work here, don't mind the rushed nature of a meal taken with crowds of onlookers, with little or no intimacy — I, on the other hand do!

    Our second day was over, and I felt pretty satisfied that we had covered a lot during our adventures. Once again I had covered over 20000 steps around the city and felt accomplished. It is debilitating walking around all day, but we do have a lot to pack in and only a short space of time in which to do it. Tomorrow will be a much simpler occasion, no alcohol (Well it is Sunday) and a more relaxing pace, as we continue to navigate this city! Looking back over my writing today, I do sound like a complaining Brit, but I can only base my words on my exploits. Saigon is an unforgettable city, but I do find aspects of it, rather challenging — hopefully tomorrow that will change!

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    Our Vietnam Adventure Begins — Ho Chi Minh City (Saigon)

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    Leaving Perth
    Strangely, I have had mixed feelings about our holiday to Vietnam. After visiting Thailand several times now, I know Vietnam has a lot to live up to. Rightly or wrongly, I find myself comparing these two countries, more than any others I have stayed in before; if I am honest, I know I shouldn't. They are two completely contrasting destinations, offering very different experiences, after all. Rather than trying to look at these two places together, I have come to the conclusion, it's time, to let the magic of Thailand go — for now!

    We left Perth Airport in the early hours of this evening, on one of those ghastly night flights, which Darrell and I hate so much. To say I am tired today is an understatement, but I am well aware my time in Vietnam is somewhat of a busman's holiday, and have to make time to write, tired or not.

    Most of the flight from Perth was spent firmly attached to my aeroplane seat, due to the unexpected turbulence, especially over the Gulf of Tonkin. Every time I managed to drift off to sleep, even for a few minutes, I was abruptly woken up, as the plane rocked from side to side. Having said that, ignoring the stomach churning journey, the customer service experience, was actually one of the most pleasant I have ever had. The staff onboard our Vietnam Airlines flight were first class; their attention to detail was above and beyond, especially when Darrell and I were flying in cattle, sorry, I mean economy class.

    The toilets were well stocked with little extras, you wouldn't normally get, at the back of a scheduled flight. Every time a passenger used the facilities, a member of the crew was straight behind them, cleaning, scrubbing and freshening up the pint sized cubical. There were toothbrushes, handwash and creams, lotions and potions and an air freshener hanging from the door — unusually, pleasant odour swamped the air. It was actually a joy to have a pee — apart from the battering from the elements outside and the occasional knocked head.


    Orchids Saigon Hotel

    After a sleepless flight, we arrived into Ho Chi Minh City at 6am, where we began the lengthy process of having our visa's checked. Vietnam is extremely conscious about whom it allows across its boarders, so with my Australian residency, I had to apply for a tourist visa, in complete contrast to the first time I visited in 2019. Then I was a British citizen and therefore didn't need a visa, now my new legal status meant I would have to have one to comply with Vietnamese law.

    Applying for the visa was a little difficult, especially after being led down a few online rabbit holes by various fake sites. If you are travelling there yourself, make sure you go to the legitimate Vietnamese Government page, not the plethora of money making machines, trying to debunk your every move.

    With visa and other paperwork in hand, Darrell and I joined the lengthy queue, finally making it outside the terminal and pick up point at 7.30am. The airport transfer I had arranged, through 'Get Your Guide' took us straight to the stunningly beautiful Orchids Saigon Hotel and yet another wait before we could check in.

    Check in was at 1.30 pm, so we left our cases, freshened up in the gym on the eighth floor and made our way into the city centre, somewhat bleary-eyed. We had a lot of time to kill, which was going to prove a little frustrating, as we battled jet lag and over 24 hours without sleep. My advice is to just stick with an earlier departure, at a far more agreeable time, it will make for a far better start to your holiday. Darrell and I were so tired in the end, I think we started to get on each other's nerves; expected under the circumstances.

    TOP TIP: After consulting Doctor Google, watching YouTube videos and engaging with Jane McDonald on the UK's Channel 5, it is clear crossing Vietnamese roads can be hazardous. The best way to do it, is hold one's breath, look straight ahead and walk — DO NOT HESITATE NOR LOOK BACK. The cars and bikes literally make their way around you, even if there is a lot of hooting and shouting — I'm still alive, at least!

    Saigon Central Post Office
    Our first stop was the beautiful colonial style Saigon City Post Office. This place is my dream, full to bursting with souvenirs, objet d'art and collectables — I loved it. Oh, and you can actually send a postcard or two as well, once you choose from the thousands on offer.

    Oddly for me, I haven't bought anything yet, but rather just had a browse in a very tired and irritable way. The architecture of this building, you won't be surprised to hear, is very French in style. I almost, yes, almost, felt like I was back in Paris, minus the 38 degree heat outside. This place is also a must when sheltering from the sun, offering a safe cool environment, in which to relax and recover from the heat outside. Tomorrow I'll be back, shopping like its gone out of fashion.


    Book Street

    Just around the corner from The Post Office, there is the famous Book Street. Every shop sells books in one guise or another and in every conceivable language. For a book lover like me, this venue is heaven.

    There is a café in one of the shops, which allowed Darrell and I the luxury of taking the weight off our feet for a short while. Drinking coffee, we sat overlooking this fascinating street, just next to the well known Notre Dame Cathedral.

    Once again, like many of the vloggers I follow on YouTube, I was disappointed the cathedral was covered in scaffolding. According to others who have travelled to this historic landmark, the Cathedral has been work in progress for years, with no signs it is going to end anytime soon. This building has been covered up for so long, creepers are actually growing up the scaffolding outside. This remains a great source of sadness for me, and many others I am sure; sadly we haven't been able to see Notre Dame in its full unrelenting glory. Ah, well, it just means we can come back in the future and see it, when the work is eventually complet
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    Ho Chi Minh and The People's Committee Building

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    From Book Street we walked for what seemed like ages (20000 steps to be exact) briefly checking out places of interest throughout the city. These included the statue of Ho Chi Minh, looking down on everyone who passes by, in a stately, almost majestic pose, that only a great Communist leaders can do. Behind the statue, is the People's Committee Building, once again a grand colonial edifies, which frames the square where it is situated perfectly!

    Gammer Beer

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    My Banh Mi

    During an impromptu stop at Gammer Beer, opposite our hotel, I sat listening to the sights and sounds of the city, drinking a beer or two on my lonesome. These are times I value more and more as I get older. I enjoy spending time on my own, just thinking and coming to terms with a life, a million miles from where it was just a year and a half ago.

    Darrell and I ended the evening with a visit to the World famous 'My Banh Mi' Bistro, opposite Notre Dame. A Banh Mi is really a baguette, filled to bursting with meat, pate and other goodies, and is absolutely delicious. This well known Vietnamese staple, of course, has its roots in French colonial history. Vietnam is the only place that has distinctly European food on the menu, which is bread and pastry based; In all but name this is just a sandwich, but it really is something special. The tastes and flavours are a reminder of east meeting west; this filling, tasty, culinary delight is a must-try for anyone who travels here.

    From this small eating establishment, covered in the graffiti from visitors over the years, we wearily made our way back to the hotel, where I've written this blog tonight. This is also the first substantial piece of writing I have undertaken for quite a few months, since I damaged my wrist, and I look forward to continuing to document our travels throughout southern Vietnam. I finally feel whole again; that missing piece has finally been recovered and in suitable relaxed demeanour, I feel happy to be back in Asia, the second love of my life...

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