It’s funny. Everywhere in Vietnam you are hassled for motorbike taxis. “Where you go?” “Motorbike?” In Saigon though, it’s “Marijuana?” Even the restaraunts are in on it. One host looked me dead in the eye and slowly said, “Mar–i–juan–a,” as I walked by his restaraunt. Every time I walked by him, he would–without fail–say “Mar–i–juan–a.” I chuckled to myself.
I hung out in Saigon for a few days. Nothing special happened. I walked around, saw the sights, worked out once, and ate some Indian food. I saw Lydia and William randomly, but we didn’t hang out. I said maybe I’ll see them at the Full Moon Party.
I toured the Mekong Delta for a day. It was a visual feast. We (the tour group) rode a motorboat, and then a rowboat, into the canals of the Mekong River–palm trees lining the edges of the shore. It’s exotic, and I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s been used in many movies.
I enjoyed my time in Vietnam. I spent 25 days here. It got better the further south I went–the people were friendlier. I loved Dalat, and I would go back again. Or maybe I should just check out NorCal.
