I share with you the love for the way to/from the airport, independently from the time of the day or the traffic. I simply truly love watching the busy streets we go through on the way there - it's the living breath of Saigon and that feeling of "I live here: something in other city was represented by a landmark. In this city it's represented by the daily movements of people going by their day. It's truly special.
I have a sweet early morning in Vietnam memory. I was in Danang. My French friend was baning on my window. It was barely dawn. He said, Come! You won't believe it! You have to see this! We biked to the beach, which was packed with Vietnamese families having picnics at sunrise. You wouldn't find a Vietnamese person on the beach in the scorching sun, ever. But at dawn, oh yes. It was quite a picture, and remains quite a memory. I was very moved. This was in about 1993.
I share with you the love for the way to/from the airport, independently from the time of the day or the traffic. I simply truly love watching the busy streets we go through on the way there - it's the living breath of Saigon and that feeling of "I live here: something in other city was represented by a landmark. In this city it's represented by the daily movements of people going by their day. It's truly special.
YES! I love being swallowed up by the swarm of motorbikes. The pulsing heartbeat of the city.
I have a sweet early morning in Vietnam memory. I was in Danang. My French friend was baning on my window. It was barely dawn. He said, Come! You won't believe it! You have to see this! We biked to the beach, which was packed with Vietnamese families having picnics at sunrise. You wouldn't find a Vietnamese person on the beach in the scorching sun, ever. But at dawn, oh yes. It was quite a picture, and remains quite a memory. I was very moved. This was in about 1993.
Wow. That is a sweet memory indeed. Thank you Christiana for sharing!