Sunday, July 19, 2009

Saigon drivers are crazy, Da Lat is cold

My father and I loved Saigon. Loved it. We both have a little crush on that sticky, noisy megalopolis. But crossing the streets took months off my life.  You're supposed to walk briskly into traffic, trusting that the packs of motor scooters -- carrying smoking men, pregnant women, families of four, giant sacks of mangosteens, windows -- will veer around you. It's your life at stake -- but you make it the other person's problem. Scary! This aspect of the city, we will not miss. 

We are now in the central highlands town of Da Lat where it is actually chilly, something I had not anticipated in my packing. Our tour guide, Phung, is going to take me to a place where they serve "half-hatched egg" tonight. Whether or not I rise to the occasion remains to be seen. 


  1. Still waiting to hear about the coffee. Beer, too.
    The only thing more frightening than crossing the street would probably be actually driving down the street.

  2. I've just got back from Dalat today. It was freezing!

  3. Crossing a busy street is definitely hard and dangerous at the same time. I’m glad you liked the rest of the aspects of the place though.