Archive for June 2008
A few nights back, I saw a cop on Ton Duc Thang st and had to drop my helmet-less friend off so I wouldnt get pulled over. Just when we were waiting for the taxi, a helmet-less dude zoomed by and passed both the cop and us.
Last week, as my friend Tu and I were driving the wrong way on Nguyen Van Linh Highway in Saigon South, 2 cops pulled me over. Tu busted a quick U and ran away.
Next time, I m gonna run away from the cops.
It is amazing how Saigon has changed me. Before, I never thought I d break the law. Now I m breaking them rules left and right and trying to get away w/ it.
Time: Sunday morning June 22 2008.
Place: New World Hotel in Saigon
The girl: Dayana Mendoza, Miss Venezuela 2007
Standing next to Dayana, Thùy Lâm, Miss Vietnam doesnt seem to measure up
Stop saying you have been to the Mekong delta just because you signed up for a half day tour @ Sinh Cafe and do the following:
1. Go by bus to a city an hour away from Saigon
2. Get put on a motorized boat which swiftly carries you to a restaurant selling overpriced, badly cooked rice dishes (which for some reason you think are absolutely delicious)
3. Get herded to an islet which houses a coconut candy factory, whose owner d rather you buy something than point your obnoxious little cameras into his workers’ faces. By the way do you really need the flash? It is freaking 11am.
4. Get herded to a shop selling honey, at which location you promptly take some more pictures of you holding a python, shrieking gleefully and annoying the hell out of everyone else.
4. Take a stupid 15 min horse ride from point A to point B. And would it kill you to tip the driver some money for riding your fat ass around?
5. Led to some garden where a bunch of villagers sing songs (cai luong) and you would stand there, with that stupid face of yours trying to look appreciative, circling around videotaping as if you just saw the 7th wonder of the world.
The Mekong Delta is 40000 km2, home to 12 states, over 16mil people and supporting nearly half the population of Vietnam with its rice production. My father spent over 20 yrs as a sailor there and still doesnt know all of its tributaries. So please label your blogs, flckr pics accordingly. Just because your flight is delayed and you spend half a night at a dingy Motel 6 near the airport in BKK doenst mean you r in freaking Asia.
It rained like a bitch last night, bombing little liquid drops the size of my pupils into, you guess it, my eyes. I drove straight into the wind, into the rain, shivering at top speed, and daydreaming as I always do.
Behind the cathedral, on a dark corner, a thin blind man stumbled along the pissy fence, falling up and down the uneven pavement. He was a lottery man, a city wanderer, selling ticket for 5000, making 500 as profit. Tough fucking life. Wonder how he managed change, crossed the insane street, avoided repeating the same route and asking the same person. Wonder how he got home. Wonder who will be there waiting…
The rain intensified and now stabbed my face like cactus pricks. I got home, put on my running shoes and ran, zigzagging around, my mind running circles with image of the blind man, whose face spoke infinitely of pain and suffering, of childhood and love lost, of hardship, sorrow and so much more.
And it rained rained rained.
It s @ the corner of le thanh ton and ton duc thang, posh, opens late and used to be filled w/ gays who grab your ass as you walk by and wink at you while you pee. That is until the management turns them away at the door. The parking guy, probably without lush’s knowledge, charges 20K sometimes to park your bike, whereas the going rate is 2K everywhere else. It has good wifi to support the gazillion of iphone users here in Saigon and for the past week projects live euro matches on the wall. Waiters sometimes wear skimpy dresses without pockets so they accessorize with little purses that carry matches, lipsticks and small change. You can order bottle service alright but they put the liquor in indiscernible jugs since, like most clubs in Saigon, Lush doesnt have a liquor license. They just recently remodeled the back. The main change is a flashy bar, which is now overrun with little rascals from Ecole Francaise Colette who smoke, drink and run around flirting with every unsuspecting tourist in sight.