Okay, I’ve only been here 3 or 4 hours, but I’m really wondering why we stayed so long in Vietnam. I’m in Saigon, and I’m already to pull out but I still have two nights here. But once again, that could just be me. Anytime I get to a new place I don’t like it until I get a little more familiar with my surroundings. But, I also believe that it may not be just me this time.
Trying to cross the street is more dangerous than Russian Roulette. At least with that game you have a chance, the odds aren’t good, but you do have odds. Here, crossing the street…all bets are off. I’m having a lot of trouble trusting anyone. Even the taxi driver ripped me off on the way from the airport to the hotel. I just didn’t have energy to fight.
I’m still waiting for a helicopter to come and pluck me off a building or something.