One last night in Saigon 

I started out my journey in HCMC (commonly still referred to as Saigon), and went via bus, scooter, boat and plane to many destinations North before heading back south to depart again from HCMC.

 After leaving the lovely Da Lat I took a night bus and arrived back in Saigon at about 530 am. Now I’ve talked about how busy this city is before but at 530 am in District 1 where I was staying people were out on streets eating and drinking and having a grand time. It is truly a city that doesn’t sleep.

sleeper/night bus
   

  I was way to early to check into my hostel, the Hong Kong Kaiteki so I sat down and had some tea and a smoothie while deciding my plan. It was my last full day in Vietnam, I hasn’t slept at all, and at 530 am the heat was already sweltering. I ate some Banh Mi op la from a local street vendor (Vietnamese egg sandwich) and asked the hotel to see if I could get some rest. I didn’t want to go through my last day feeling so exhausted I couldn’t enjoy it. I was able to check in by 630 to my capsule for the night. I found this hotel on http://www.agoda.com/ (like booking. com popular in Asia and other countries). This hotel sells beds for the night like a hostel does, except they’re capsules. I knew I had to check it out. 

my capsule
 

After a two hour nap, and the best shower ever (Hong Kong Kaiteki’s showers not only hot, but also has the best overhead shower faucet). Check the hotel out here for more info http://www.kaitekihotel.com

 I was able to start my day by 9am, feeling refreshed I decided to walk to the War Remnants Museum. I’ve been to plenty of museums, temples, purgulas etc while travelling Vietnam. This one brought me to tears. You’ll see in my previous blog post “War and Human Connections” my views and thoughts about the war in Vietnam. Between seeing the outstanding war photography by photographers that died, learning more about the war, agent orange, and the war crimes committed it was hard to grasp that such a beautiful, lush, kind and resilient country went through all of that. Being a photographer myself, I couldn’t imagine what it would have been like. The photos were heartbreaking and showed the true and very bitter nature that was the Vietnam War. This was a war filled with crimes against all people, slaughter and biological warfare (agent orange). 

War Remnants Museum
  

  
   

  

Comparisons between wars.

  

After the museum I wandered about, took in some sightseeing  and enjoyed some food and refreshing cheap cold beer. 

   

  

    

All day happy hours
    

Quyen, my friend I met in Ha Long Bay lives in HCMC she and her friend Nam came and picked me up on there scooters to show me around town and have a great dinner. You remember my first post about traffic in HCMC? On that first day in Vietam if you had told me I’d get on a scooter I would have said not a chance. But this trip has been about saying yes to things, and taking in the adventure so hell yeah I got on the scooter with Quyen.😉 (By now I’d been on several just not in HCMC). It was crazy seeing what it was like in traffic from a drivers perspective. What fun we had! They drove around town showing me some sights and then we stopped for an amazing meal of hot pot, frogs legs etc. After dinner we went for ice cream and then it was off to my capsule to bed as my alarm was set for 02:30. Can’t believe that I was heading home after a month of travel. I wasn’t ready, but I was filled with appreciation for all the people I met, and the amazing adventures that I had along the way!  I’ll post soon about the best of Vietnam and some travel guides etc.

Quyen and I
  

   

  Me on back of scooter down less busy street, safer for a video ☺️

War and Human Connections

After a month in Vietnam, and meeting hundreds of wonderful people I have had countless interactions, connections and stories to share. On my last full day I went to the War Remnants museum. I was moved to tears and filled with pain knowing our history as humans, and even now today that the world is still at war. In Vietnam the war isn’t the Vietnam war. It’s commonly referred to as the American War.

I was moved to tears for a few reasons, and wasn’t sure if I’d share my opinions but I will say this. Have we as humans learned anything? My biggest fear when it comes to war is that we’re not doing better today. Nobody wins in war. Vietnam, America, and the world, they all lost in this war that lasted over 19 years. Crimes that were committed have just come to light in the last 15 years. I have two stories to mention here that stuck with me when we talk about war.

  1. I met two men who fought in the war while I was in Ha Long bay. We had a moving conversation over lunch. One was discharged from the war after a land mine explosion, and the other that served in the army over 20 years. He has come back to Vietnam the last 3 years in hopes of healing, but mostly he’s looking for a few Vietnamese men that fought in the war that were his allies. He hasn’t seen them since the war, has no idea where they live and if they’re still alive. He has been travelling to small remote villages in hopes of reconnecting with these men. He also came back because as he said during the war, they saw what a beautiful country it was. Now they can safely appreciate the beauty. He had tears in his eyes, and gave everyone at the lunch table goosebumps as he told his stories. Both these men lost a lot in the war. Friends, a brother, they saw things that will change a man. It’s moving to see them back in Vietnam with a love for the country, as well as hoping to reconnect with some of the Vietnamese from the war. I would like to think, maybe this trip or the one he has planned to come back next year that he will find who he’s looking for. The universe works in incredible ways. This man still has traumas from the war and he spoke about how he’ll never visit certain areas such as the tunnels in Vietnam, but he also has love and hope in this country. I think he’ll find what he’s seeking.
  2. In Da Lat on the news at every restaurant and bar was the attack on Brussels. I choose to not watch the news. Not because I am naive about what’s happening. I don’t like the glorification of war or of breaking headlines. The news creates fear, and they sell fear. I sat at the bar one evening with a man from Brussels and his friend. He’s now living in Vietnam and has been for several years. He hadn’t slept in days watching what’s going on in in his home on the media. He spoke about his views and how these attacks are happening around the world and it’s causing fear. But when do we learn as humans? He had the same concerns as me. We focused our conversation on the kindness that we’ve seen while travelling, and the people that help you along the way. We talked about how a simple kind gesture from a stranger can renew your faith in humanity. We talked about the beauty in nature, and in likeminded humans. This in my mind is what humans should focus on. The good. The kind. The love that still exists in our world. We hugged as we all parted ways and they thanked me for listening and for still seeing the beauty that exists around us. There are no words to explain how moving these conversations were.

These two experiences will stay with me. Even in war, there are human connections and stories of love. How do we change and do better? I’d like to think when we talk about war, or terrorism, or any of the major news headlines that we speak about the humans that have made a difference, or the stories of sticking together and being positive. Choosing kindness and love not fear. It might not be possible everyday or in all things. But when we share some light with another human, the world does shine brighter.

Kindness is contagious. Go forward with it, and you’ll receive it back. People were nervous or afraid of me travelling solo. I wasn’t fearful one bit. Because I chose to believe in the kindness of others. And everyday I was shown it. I had no negative experiences. I was sick at times, but people helped me. I was lost at times. People helped me. One time I was charged extra in a taxi and for a moment felt devastated. And then you know what happened? Someone helped me. I told the guesthouse what had happened, and they made my one night stay free. Solo travel is popular because it teaches love, kindness and tolerance of oneself and others. It restores faith in the goodness of others.

 My whole trip went smoothly and my experiences were unbelievable. Many cannot be put into words.  So I’ll leave it at this. 

The world is still kind.

💜💜❤️❤️