Today I drove to Saigon passing through.
A couple of days ago I bought a ticket from KL to Saigon plus flight from Saigon to Nha Trang where I’m gonna spend next half year. But right before the flight to Saigon, I was informed that my flight to Nha Trang cancelled. I had to change my plans.
According to previous plans I had to fly to Saigon in the morning and fly to Nha Trang at 5 PM.
But since this flight to Nha Trang cancelled this day was like this:
I arrived in Saigon. On hand I had a piece of paper with the invitation to Vietnam, with it I could get a Vietnamese visa on arrival.
The first thing I had to fill out a form and queue up to submit this form. Then waited an hour before I was given my passport with visa. All this time sitting at the airport listening mangled of Vietnamese accent Western names.
Then I withdraw 100 bucks from the ATM and went to the center by motobike taxi. I bought ticket on sleeping bus to Nha Trang in the office, where I bought last year. Then went to sleep in the hostel where I lived last year.
Woke up at 5 PM local time and immediately went on a bender. Here in Saigon there is a special street for foreigners, there is concentrated the whole crowd of the city.
Pay a visit to the places where I was a year ago.
Here’s the cafe where I ate during my last visit
And here’s a bar where I was looking for a friend of mine. I forgot to exchange contacts with him. Thought I’d bump him still there, but it was not meant to be.
Met one vietnamese guy who meet foreigners in this bar in order to drive them on his motorbike and show them the city. He showed me his notebook with references about his service. He is asshole actually.
That’s it. In an hour Ima sit on the bus and go to Nha Trang.