At last, the Ho Chi Minh City blog. Speaking of Ho, here is a fine portrait of him watching over the exquisite interior of the central post office. Mary with Child below also watches after the faithful surrounded by traditional mythical animals.
The Catholic Cathedral and a Buddhist Temple.
On to the weddings! The first thing we all noticed was that everywhere we turned people were getting married and taking wedding photos in the nice public parks. The countless wedding celebrations were not a coincidence. As it turns out, 2007 was the year of the Pig, an auspicious year for getting married. So many couples were in a rush to get official before the Chinese New Year February 7th. Our weddings were a huge hoopla. And as with more and more Vietnamese weddings these days, They were also an interesting mix of cultures. In both the vows and actual ceremony were quite western, but the celebration very Vietnamese. The mix also meant the couple changed clothes a few times; the groom twice, and the bride having the pleasure of sporting three dresses: for the ceremony a typical western white poofy dress; right after that emerging to dine in a festive and colorful party dress; and finally, changing into a traditional Vietnamese outfit to see guests off. The couple in the middle below wear blue and red traditional outfits.I stayed in the city a few days after the others left and I was privileged to hang out with the locals. What do many people do in Saigon for fun? Sit around and drink coffee, of course! The best part about Saigon was discovering the many charming coffee shops hidden behind dilapidated neighborhoods off the main boulevards, and advertised by word of mouth only. Being the only foreigner at every single one of them, I asked jokingly if they were hard to find to keep tourists away. No, they joked back, it’s probably more a getaway from work to keep the bosses away, and to pass the time undisturbed. We also saw some famous singers lazing around the coffee house below.
All was very good for a few days. Above is a pic of an elaborate water puppet show we went to together. The first part of the trip I was with the group, in well organized excursions. I was also able to watch, with half horror half fascination, the legendary Saigon traffic from the window of a comfortable and shielded minivan. Motorbikes where everywhere. Traffic signals are not so common, and in roundabouts you just have to inch your way forward. When there’s an intersection with no signals, just keep going ... eventually you’ll cross. Somehow it works, or it’s forced to by necessity. How pretty some of the women looked, riding their motorbikes with their traditional colorful silk Ao Dai’s flowing in the wind.Being in the middle of the traffic on a motorbike is an entirely different experience. This is how I got around after the group left. Oh, the pollution! The constant ROARING noise of the bikes that crescendos when the traffic lights turn green. It was a concrete adventure. We only got hit by other motorbikes twice in three days! I gathered that getting hit is common, so best not make a fuss if there's no damage.
But then, I got mugged. Two guys had followed us on a motorbike, and when we were about to get off they attacked, knocking me off ours and stole my bag with my camera, etc. I got some scrapes, bruises, and a sprained finger, but nothing serious. It really shook me up because somehow I thought I’d be protected, being with locals. Turns out these kinds of things happen to them as well, very recently to one of them. Oh, well. Unfortunately, it’s more and more common. I’m coping better with it now, thank God. The pictures on this blog I've slowly accumulated from others, but I've lost some of my family Christmas pictures and all the churches in Saigon.

3 comments:
Cyclos Ho!
So far, I've felt pretty safe here and the people very warm and friendly (with one or two notable exceptions). Then again, I'm going back to the center of town today, so I might have to eat these words! A very short story: one day, while I was reading a book near the Reunification Palace, a man came up and surreptiously glued the toe end of one of my shoes, saying it was broken. Then he wanted 300,000 dong for it.
Well, I didn't get mugged yesterday in town, so my safe and friendly stance still holds! I can imagine a support group for this: "My name is Mark and I haven't been mugged in Saigon in 14 days." "Hi, Mr. Mark!"
Not getting mugged is a good thing, Mr. M! I'm glad you're having a nice, if somewhat hectic, experience working in Saigon (but it's perfectly natural to miss Chiang Mai, isn't it?). I like hearing about your adventures in the city...
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