I’d like to show you a snippet of my 3 day visit to Saigon, Vietnam in December but I have a disclaimer. Since I was there for work, most of my pictures were taken from a moving vehicle and they are, well, you’ll see, but I need to tell the story as a part of my time living in Japan.
The people are quite happy and friendly. The food was phenomenal but my general feeling while I was there was sadness. Sadness for the poverty, the chaos, and the country. I am no historian (stop laughing, husband) but I just kept asking myself – did we do this? was it like this before? how can the people be so happy when they don’t have walls or floors?
We waited an hour for the ferry. I took photos of the people along the way until a little boy stood outside the car and stared at the driver. He was there for what felt like 15 minutes, surely seeking assistance. As a Jersey Girl, I know this happens in NY when you’re trying to get into the Lincoln Tunnel but never a shoeless little boy.
The CEO of the company we were with was proud his wife was 19 years his junior so they could have 4 babies instead of 2. They will move the children to New Zealand for their education.
Because it was a work trip, I don’t have pictures of the food except my room service but the soft-shelled crabs were the best thing I ever ate.