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rogerdogerI hate my memory, or lack of it. I can look at a map then 10 seconds later havent a clue what I just looked at. Look at the map read the next street, put map away start walking, get to next street and then have to get map out again. Now Im realized all the studying I did back in New Zealand looking at maps for the boarder crossings, and the visa requirements was a waste of time. i dont remember any of it.
After dinner last night I walked a little and within the space of 3 minutes had been asked if I wanted "nice massage boom boom" twice. The first one was a beautiful girl that really had me wondering if I should try it. I eventually told her my wife was waiting back at my hotel and that got rid of her. Next was a guy on a motorcycle with another beautiful girl on the back. Today I was asked again by a motorcycle taxi rider. Seems I can get "boom boom all night" for 150,000 I think thats just under $10. The money is damn scary. It would be so easy to give 500,000 away thinking it was a 50,000 the numbers all blend in after a while and the bills are all the same size.
Went to a cafe that was a hang out for GI's during the Vietnam war, or American war as they call it here. Unbeknown to the GI's was the fact that 3 floors above them it was also the main meeting room for Viet Cong to discuss their next attack strategies. i read about this place over breakfast in a guide book at the cafe. Since I blew my ride out to the Viet Cong tunnels i thought maybe this would be worth seeing. i took a motorbike taxi part of the way there, but he dropped me at the wrong end of the street and i had to walk maybe 30mins in the heat and humidity of the mid day. not a bad thing I like walking here. When i finally found the non nondescript building it seemed it had gone down hill. i was expecting some happening cafe, but it was a small food shack kinda place and the few people inside seemed as confused to see me as i was them. A girl on a motorbike outside was looking at me so i walked over and asked her if this was the famous building. We had a lovely long chat that ended in her giving me her email and cell number with my promise to call her when I came back to Saigon so she could show me around. She is the niece of the owner of the building and since they saw me talking to her they become a little more friendly and suddenly yes i could go up and see the room that the war plots were made in. The old man showed me around and pointed out things in the room, he didn't speak much English so most of the time I wasn't sure what he was talking about. he showed me his what i assume is agent orange scars.
Im now feeling kind of strange when I see old people here. part of me thinks wow the things you must have seen and had to go through. Then I wonder if they have killed, how many? do they look at white people and remember? Sometimes there seems to be a strange look in the really old peoples eyes. Are they remembering the horrors they saw, or the horrors they committed?
After dinner last night I walked a little and within the space of 3 minutes had been asked if I wanted "nice massage boom boom" twice. The first one was a beautiful girl that really had me wondering if I should try it. I eventually told her my wife was waiting back at my hotel and that got rid of her. Next was a guy on a motorcycle with another beautiful girl on the back. Today I was asked again by a motorcycle taxi rider. Seems I can get "boom boom all night" for 150,000 I think thats just under $10. The money is damn scary. It would be so easy to give 500,000 away thinking it was a 50,000 the numbers all blend in after a while and the bills are all the same size.
Went to a cafe that was a hang out for GI's during the Vietnam war, or American war as they call it here. Unbeknown to the GI's was the fact that 3 floors above them it was also the main meeting room for Viet Cong to discuss their next attack strategies. i read about this place over breakfast in a guide book at the cafe. Since I blew my ride out to the Viet Cong tunnels i thought maybe this would be worth seeing. i took a motorbike taxi part of the way there, but he dropped me at the wrong end of the street and i had to walk maybe 30mins in the heat and humidity of the mid day. not a bad thing I like walking here. When i finally found the non nondescript building it seemed it had gone down hill. i was expecting some happening cafe, but it was a small food shack kinda place and the few people inside seemed as confused to see me as i was them. A girl on a motorbike outside was looking at me so i walked over and asked her if this was the famous building. We had a lovely long chat that ended in her giving me her email and cell number with my promise to call her when I came back to Saigon so she could show me around. She is the niece of the owner of the building and since they saw me talking to her they become a little more friendly and suddenly yes i could go up and see the room that the war plots were made in. The old man showed me around and pointed out things in the room, he didn't speak much English so most of the time I wasn't sure what he was talking about. he showed me his what i assume is agent orange scars.
Im now feeling kind of strange when I see old people here. part of me thinks wow the things you must have seen and had to go through. Then I wonder if they have killed, how many? do they look at white people and remember? Sometimes there seems to be a strange look in the really old peoples eyes. Are they remembering the horrors they saw, or the horrors they committed?
