Saigon. Sounds really exotic doesn't it?
Well, believe me, it's not.
It's a dirty, noisy, sprawling mess. I mean, how can somewhere twice the size of Hanoi contrive not to have a City centre? where's all the interesting old stuff? the hip hotels, the cool bars, the buzzing street-life? Is there nothing that can redeem this hellhole from the merciless slating I'm dishing out here?
Probably not, and we don't intend to hang about long enough to find out. We're on the first flight out of here tomorrow and it can't come quick enough.
Sorry. I'm in a foul mood after Newcastle's elimination from the UEFA cup last night and am taking it out on Saigon.
The great thing about travelling though, is something always comes along to lighten the mood. And tonight, while we were looking for an inexpensive watering hole, we bumped into a graphic designer I worked with 6 months ago in London.
The lovely Kirsten and her boyfriend Darren are on a big trip of their own, attempting to see as much of the world as they can before returning to live in South Africa.
We shared a couple of pitchers, traded our Vietnam guide book for their long list of Cambodian do's and dont's and ended up having a very pleasant evening indeed.
I'll even go as far as to say that by the time I hit the sack, I'd almost wiped the Cup exit from my memory.
Almost.
38 years and counting...
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