Two seconds before pulling out of the station, and she made it!
Walking into the beautiful, bright yellow French colonial, Saigon Central Post Office, I was nearly certain that I had time-travelled back to when Ho Chi Minh himself might have posted a revolutionary message from this impressive building. The fact that it was a hallucinatory hot 42 degrees, likely helped create the fluid time-frame I was experiencing.
Everyone has a motorbike in Saigon. Until I figured out the steps to this urban dance, crossing the street felt terrifying and seemed impossible. I'd wait and wait for an opening in the traffic, but it never happened. All day. All night. The congestion never eased up. Traffic lights were simply ignored. A t-shirt said it succinctly: "Green Means Go. Amber Means Go. Red Means Go". Thing is, if you step off the sidewalk an amazing choreography begins. Without slowing down, the motorcyclists, like a massive school of herring, coalesce and drive around you as you make your way across the road. Whew!
Halong Bay.
It is no wonder that this ethereal collection of some two thousand
limestone karst islands has been designated by UNESCO as a World
Heritage Site. Like giant Rorschach ink blots, one can
easily project meanings onto the shapes. Evidently I'm not the only one
who sees the kissing chickens from the boat, as this formation is in
fact known locally as either Kissing Chickens, or less placidly, as
Fighting Cocks. I prefer amorous fowl to angry birds - no matter how popular their video game cousins are!
In one Hanoi neighborhood, the train oddly travels within a metre of homes and shops. The train schedule is posted outside bars and cafés so that fans of trainspotting can gather and toast the passing train.