Monday, May 17, 2010

Ho Chi Minh City

My second trip. Maybe 92 degrees outside and very, very humid.

Just like last time, more scooters than you can imagine on the streets, 20
for every 1 car. Power lines tangled like string and sagging telephone
poles with their weight. Old buildings torn down with new ones going up
all over. And interspersed is communist propaganda and red flags with a
hammer and sickle.

Many of the shops I visited five years ago are gone. But still plenty