Day 4
My adventure has been progressing slowly. My mind has been trapped by the events of the last week, but I’m finally beginning to regain some parts of my former self. Today I moved to a new hotel – a classic French Pied a Terre in the centre of the city. I was greeted by a Vietnamese woman named Trang – something I’ve noticed about Vietnamese women is their raw sexuality and it is highly compelling.
As I hauled my bags up two flights of stairs, the sweat pouring down my spine and the sounds of motorbikes incessantly drumming into my skull, I breathed deeply and remembered that the energy in this city will eventually revitalise me. After dumping my bags and promising the elegant Trang that I would return in an hour,
I hit the streets in District 1.I found one of the myriad coffee shops which line the streets, ordered a baguette and iced coffee. Time to people watch. A steady stream of confused tourists ambled past, some arguing about directions, others just taking in the sights with a bemused look on their faces. Younger backpackers walked with speed and intent, while the older folk seemed more content not to melt in the ferocious heat.
The locals were far more interesting. A younger group of hipsters sat next me, hair neatly gelled and wearing designer sunglasses, Vietnamese flowing and laughter erupting. The language can be jarring to the ear at first, yet when listened to closely has a beautiful rhythm, unlike the monotonous flow of non-tonal English.
Older Vietnamese men walked into the coffee shop and sat alone with newspapers in their hands, while the younger generation typed incessantly on their phones. The cold, sweet Vietnamese coffee soothed my throat, while I enjoyed a few bites of my fragrant baguette – filled with soya sauce, chicken and cucumber. Life passed me by, as my own life slowly readjusted back into focus.
I returned to the apartment and settled in. The heat had left me exhausted and I decided to investigate the area through looking at maps and googling information. Saigon seems to have an endless supply of entertainment. The night was quickly approaching, the heat of the day slowly evaporating as dusk poured golden light over the city.
Dave – an expat my sister had met in Saigon a year ago – took me to a local favourite restaurant called Nhu Lan. Here we deliberated over what to eat, Dave using his excellent Vietnamese to order a noodle dish, spring rolls and another starter. The noodle dish arrived last. The name escaped my memory, but the smell and taste will always be remembered.
The dish comprised a lightly spiced fish sauce which emboldened thin slices of salty pork and fresh spring onions, all resting on white egg noodles. I devoured the bowl with ease, dipping a lone spring roll in peanut sauce along the way. Dave filled me in on life and existence in this country. rerealised began to understand why some people never leave.
He was a photographer and writer, who lived every moment like it was his last. He reminded me that life was so free, when you open your world to the newness of it all, and stop focusing on what could lead to your downfall. As the days slowly slip by, I’m becoming myself again – something I have not been able to be in such a long time.
I might be so incredibly alone in this city, but all I have to do is keep believing that only lightness can come of this and not the great heaviness which has held me down for the last seven days.