Here we are in old Saigon. The Fan in our room is spinning (when there is power) and wait …. is that The Doors I hear in the background. I wonder if I’ll meet Kurtz in the backwaters of the Mekong.
We are all enjoying the city at the moment. Food is good; nice french bread, mostly recognizable (yep, that is a whole frog on a stick for the bbq) and available everywhere. I got the children to go to a modern palace. The old – pre ’75, presidential palace. It was very groovy as it was made, or at least fitted out in the ’60s so has very hip orange leather decor in the bar. To be honest I loved it too, the architecture is how Sunderland civic centre should look if it wasn’t in mackem land.
Our guest house is down an alley that I can reach across. The alley is full of food stalls making it fun to walk down. I can’t resist the odd purchase or two. Today I had a set prawn custard, it was yummy. There are little boutique stalls that Angela seems unable to resist. There is even a book shop or too that Jacob can’t resist.