Nha Trang to Ho Chi Minh City.

Well, this is a bit of culture shock. Left Nah Trang, beach, ocean breezes, islands in the distance above an azure sea. The flight was thirty five minutes. Half an hour in a taxi and we are five blocks off the Mekong deep in downtown HCMC. Hanoi was busy. This is something all together different. We chose a place out of Lonely Planet, the taxi brought us here and they had room, which is fortunate. A little pricey ( relatively speaking - Kim and I will never again be able to rent a hotel in North America after a littany of $10 to $20 really nice hotel rooms) but large, clean, comfy and hot watery. The traffic here is mad. Mad, I tell you! And, unlike every other town we have visited in Vietnam, they will not stop for you.

We have yet only wandered about twenty blocks (we are in the old city) from our rooms to the day market. Off of each street we walk down, many small alleyways run perpendicular, and off of those run more. A total warren. At 4 we decided on a before dinner drink (totally unheard of for Kim and I) and Kim wanted a lime with hers. That took me 45 min of searching. Another 20 min to find mix with ice. So Kim has been tasked with finding us dinner, which she has done. We are eating our street food on the balcony, so I will leave you until the next post.