We're off for a couple of weeks.
Last night in Oz - blistering heat lingering, and a blazing red sky. It worries me. There's nothing I'd wish for more than some steady rain.
Anyway ~~~
Seven and a half hours daytime flying time and our big burnt land seems forever away as we're coming back down through the clouds
into the soft humid light of Vietnam and Ho Chi Minh City (Saigon / Sai Gon - the locals seem to call it Saigon) and its 8 million plus peoples splattered across the Saigon River on its way to the sea not far north east of the Mekong Delta.
The drive into town has all the thrill of a new city with the hot tropical crowded streets and parks reminiscent of many an old colonial town - Shanghai, Singapore, Mumbai - its fading past pushed aside by thrusting skyscrapers, and the miraculous flow of traffic and zillions of scooters (Uber scootering is the way-to-go!) seemlessly edging its way through and around.
It's New Year - Chuc Mung Nam Moi - and its BIG rooster season.
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