Friday
LOCATION: Ho Chi Minh City aka Saigon
APPEARING: Me
APPEARING: Me
No, I didn't take up i.v. heroin at the start of my trip to Southeast Asia. But I was worried that Vietnam immigration officials might see my ugly blood-test bruise and prevent me from entering the country, fearful I had the plague or was a junky. I'm sure the post-flight aspirin and beer didn't help the healing process.
After a slightly inebriated day running around the city-- for work, on assignment, mind you-- I ended up near a famous/infamous part of town, where Graham Greene set parts of The Quiet American, and where the master spent time himself. In deference to him, as the high society walked around nearby in fancy outfits, I set up my tripod and let off a few shutter releases: The Continental Hotel, The Opera House.
Before heading home, I stopped at a rooftop restaurant known for it's BBQ. Standing outside and below it, I had to ask for directions--"Right there," said a taxi driver, his hand pointing to a narrow, unmarked doorway just 10 meters to my right. Walking down a narrow hallway adorned with lamps and elephant statues, I found a stairway and ascended. The food was wonderful, cooked at the table over a small charcoal fire. The image is from the narrow hallway, walking back out, appetite sated, to the heat of the Saigon night.
After a slightly inebriated day running around the city-- for work, on assignment, mind you-- I ended up near a famous/infamous part of town, where Graham Greene set parts of The Quiet American, and where the master spent time himself. In deference to him, as the high society walked around nearby in fancy outfits, I set up my tripod and let off a few shutter releases: The Continental Hotel, The Opera House.
Before heading home, I stopped at a rooftop restaurant known for it's BBQ. Standing outside and below it, I had to ask for directions--"Right there," said a taxi driver, his hand pointing to a narrow, unmarked doorway just 10 meters to my right. Walking down a narrow hallway adorned with lamps and elephant statues, I found a stairway and ascended. The food was wonderful, cooked at the table over a small charcoal fire. The image is from the narrow hallway, walking back out, appetite sated, to the heat of the Saigon night.
