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Tuesday, March 01, 2005
IN-FLIGHT: So nearly four weeks after I first shoved off for Viet Nam, it looks like I'm ready to tell you a little bit about the trip. My flights out (all three of them) were fine, on time and in line, but I can tell you frankly that 24-hours-plus of sustained around-the-world travel, even factoring in some nap time over the Pacific, is not recommended for the less than serious. Arrived in Ho Chi Minh City about 10:30 PM local time, evening of February 3rd, at Tan Son Nhut airport, which was used by US forces during what the Viets know as the American War and which has changed somewhat over the years. Exiting the terminal I was confronted by an incredible mass of waiting Vietnamese: Tet was less than a week away and these folks were waiting to greet their overseas relatives (viet kieu) for the grand holiday. I got some memorable looks, I can tell you. A difficult scene to describe, and for the first of many times I wished for a movie camera. Fortunately, a guide of sorts was waiting for me, never you mind how, with my name on a sign, and helped my dazed ass into a legitimate taxi and into town. Got safely to the legendary Majestic Hotel, where I found my room waiting, along with my travel companion for this trip, who shall be referred to herein as Dr. Sinister. A beer on the rooftop bar before it closed, a short walk around the neighboring streets. Sure were a lot of local guys on motorbikes wanting to introduce me to local girls. Not tonight, fellas: I really began to collapse on my feet. Back to the hotel and bed, where a massive headache began just as I drifted off: caffeine withdrawal. My brain thought it was 11 AM that morning on the East Coast and was wondering where the coffee was. |