Good old-fashioned Buddhist theme park fun.

Warning: Self-indulgent photo extravaganza follows.

Yesterday I had the priviledge of being shown another fabulous side of Saigon by a friend who shares my passion for kitsch.

After a late breakfast we hit grabbed a taxi and headed 30 minutes north of Saigon to the Suoi Tien Park - aka Vietnam's Buddha-themed fun park (this is not a joke!).

Pulling up to the gates I knew we were in for a fun day - but I wouldn't have been able to fathom the level of kitsch fabulousness that awaited me in my wildest dreams.


So, after being dropped off near the giant lucky toad we went up the stairs, paid our 16,000 dong entry fee (just under $1.50 $AUD) ...


... and walked into my idea of heaven.



Two things struck me within minutes of going in - one, my mate and I were the only whiteys there (I think we spotted one later that day but I may have imagined it) and two, this was for real!

So much for real, in fact, that there were groups of monks wandering around as part of their holiday tour to Saigon!



Now by 'real' of course, I mean completely synthetic right down to the rocks - but I am pretty sure that the trees and this (the first time I have seen graffittied fruit actually) were real.


'But enough talking about little details!' I hear you cry - 'what about the really BIG stuff?'

Well - there was a fair bit of that too:


We soon spied a colossal head, a giant shrimp and an equally massive coke bottle in the distance - clearly we had to investigate further.


I feel quite embarassed to admit that I didn't know what awaited me but I really should have guessed - in a Buddhist-themed fun park what else would it be but a giant buddhist and marine-themed waterpark?!


Luckily we had bought our togs (cossies, bathers, swimsuits what have you) with us and were ready to swim and attack the Buddhist hydroslide (can't remember when I last did a hydroslide but god damn it was fun!).



Highlights included the amazing labour-intensive detail that Vietnam specialises in:




...and some really cool signs - 'Medials rvice room' anyone?



After swimming and hyrdrosliding we were ready for the next leg of our Buddhist pilgrimmage - wandering out to find that a full-scale Vietnamese Buddhist Pirate spectacle was underway. This show left Disney or Vegas for dead with dodgy pyrotechnics, giant floating elephants and enough stunts to make an occupational health and safety officer want to commit Hari Kari.



We then wandered a little way, past the nice ticket selling lady sitting in her goat/dragon/bull ticket booth...



... and found ourselves in 'Carni' country - with various stalls and sideshow games set up - but, unlike the dodgy bastards at the Melbourne Show the Vietnamese versions are ridiculously good-humoured and fab! Our mate had a go at one which was incredibly popular - where you put on a silly mask, walk forwards and attempt to hit a bell with a stick - sort of pinata gone Vietnamese. The main idea seems to be that you miss and everyone else laughs at you. After two goes our mate was triumphant - for his troubles he won a very Buddhist can of Red Bull.

And even the sideshow ducks looked great ;-)



It was around this time that I started to realise how bloody massive this park was all round - I think by the time we left after 5 hours we had covered 2/3rds of the park (a very fine excuse for going back!). So we wandered past the giant elephants, up the elephant and lion-lined stairs to the the monkey area where I couldn't resist snapping this cute kid:



And this VERY proper line up of Vietnamese ladies who were preparing to have their photo taken by a park photographer - boy do they look pissed that I snapped them first!



Then we wandered along past these equally Buddhist attractions (an especial favourite was the bridge over the lake where the guys were paying to fish - but they were cheating cos' a guy kept feeding the fish and luring them to the surface!), did the obligatory silly 'photosticker' portrait session and escaped before we started dreaming of buddhist swans.





If you are EVER in Saigon - this place is a must. Check out their website by googling 'Suoi Tien Park' - do it now! ;-)

A new link.

Given that my research focusses on communication about sexual health for young people and, given that I have a seriously warped sense of humour and, given that the Bush administration are a pack of complete twats on the sexual health front with their abstinence-only campaigning and funding (they recently withdrew funding from one of the world's biggest condom social marketers because the organisation refused to sign a pledge "explicitly opposing prostitution and sex trafficking" - the organisation is currently suing them for breach of the first amendment but I doubt it will get very far) - SO given all of that, I couldn't resist this beautiful offering from the wonderful team at the whitehouse.org.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the Iron Hymen - 'promoting abstinence-only coolness for girls'.

A little rave for small-scale sustainability.

One of the many things I love about Vietnam is that it is still possible to repair things rather than replace.

In Melbourne if something breaks the consensus is generally that it will be more cost or hassle to repair it than to just get a new one. But here - if it does anything short of completely dying - and sometimes even then - there will always be a dude on the side of the street who can sort it out for you.

Every now and then we get a flat tyre when coming home on the motorbike - but there are countless little one man repair stalls on the side of the road who have a miniscule air compressor and other toolls and who can sort it out for you quick smart. My flatmate, after riding her hired motorbike into the side of our house in a drunken stupor (annihilating a potplant in the process), got the relevant parts replaced and installed for 35,000 dong (just on $3 Australian).

When my sunglasses (essential for keeping the crap out of your eyes when riding) broke the other day I just popped into the sunglasses store who fixed them in 3 seconds flat and then laughed at me when I tried to pay them.

And this week when my one pair of work shoes suffered a catastrophic failure I had the entire heel/sole replaced with something far better quality than what I begun with for 100,000 dong (under $10 Australian). What's more, the shoes have been polished to within an inch of their lives and it was all done in the space of 24 hours...this place rocks!

Of buses, lizards, beaches, bikes and such...

Went up to Mui Ne last weekend - a small beachside town about 4 hours north of Saigon by bus.

My mates and I took the 8pm bus which, 1 hour and 2 buses later, chugged out of Saigon just after 9pm. The highlight of the trip up (apart from the entertaining habit of all vehicles in Vietnam to drive full speed on the wrong side of the road at oncoming traffic in a bizzare game of 'overtaking chicken' - the winner is the biggest vehicle so we survived intact on this occasion) was the nasty truck stop where the bus got some more petrol and I met this lizard who was keeping an eye on me while I braved the charming Vietnamese truck stop toilets.



We got in around 1am and I settled into my authentic Vietnamese (yeah right!) beachside bungalow for the night - couldn't walk the next morning because of the diabolical bed but for $7 a night for a two person room who cares!




Mui Ne is a very cool bit of the world - the absence of pollution and the fact that I could see the sky were definite highlights - but the insane motorbike ride on Saturday was fabulous. We decided to risk life and limb and hire some bikes for the day in order to head out to see the reasonably famous Mui Ne sand dunes. Hiring bikes in Mui Ne is a little different to the standard vehicle hire process - you tell the guy at the hire place you want 3 bikes and then he goes outside and commandeers the bikes of 3 of the xe om (motorbike taxi) guys! I guess it is more lucrative and easier than carting people around all day so it was a 'win-win' situation ;-)

This was the first time I had ridden by myself in Vietnam and also the first time I had ridden anything other than a scooter (which I ride in Melbourne) so the first few minutes were a sort of vertical learning curve with the xe om guys pissing themselves laughing at us - but that is de riguer for Vietnam anyway. Luckily it was a standard Vietnamese motorbike which has gears but no clutch - which made it a little less painful.

The ride (sans helmet and in t-shirt and shorts of course) went pretty smoothly for the first 10 minutes, until a wet season downpour decided to start, which we took as our hint to have a pre-trip drink and get some petrol (the 'petrol station' stand is shown below - you buy it by the pint!).



The rain didn't ease up at all - in fact it just got even more torrential so, intrepid and rather stupid explorers that we are, we decided to buy some ridiculous Vietnamese raincoats and carry on - riding through pelting rain that stung our faces - but which was still hilariously funny for some reason (guess you had to be there). The countryside around Mui Ne is quite stunning: amazing combinations of bright red earth and tropical greens. And for a very short time we were the only people around which hasn't happened since I arrived - with 84 million people here it's not that common an event.

We even met a herd of goats who were crossing the main road - and the family who was with them were pretty damn cool as well - although I scared the crap out of the little boy who must have thought I was some white dripping ogre in a blue rainsheet.





But enough rambling - the short version was that it was a lot of fun to be pootling around under my own steam for a change and to get a slice of something other than bustling city - it is easy to forget how gorgeous Vietnam is when you're in Saigon all the time (not that Saigon's not cool either - but it is more of a chaotic gritty charm than a scenic picturesque one ;-)

Reason # 62 why I love New Zealand.

Because a pizza company ('Hell pizza') can put up this billboard on a main thoroughfare in Auckland and get away with it.



Thanks to Abdul for keeping me in the loop on the NZ front :-)

Makin' love was just for fun.

Anyone who has had the pleasure of hanging out with me for any length of time will know that my anal-retentive tendencies surface on a reasonably regular basis. Two of the ways that these tendencies manifest themselves are via an unhealthy interest in stationery products and a passion for awful english translations.

So, as you can imagine, Vietnam is the source of much pleasure for me in this department - and this finding was a keeper.

This picture is of the cover of a letter pad that I bought from my local Thang Long stationery store (I have no idea what Thang Long means but it gets me to the right place with the xe om motorbike taxi guy).

It is very cute and says 'Happy for you' with a charming teddy bear set against text in the shape of a heart which reads 'To tellthe starsa bovedon't forget' - which I find very meaningful.

But what makes this little puppy REALLY special is that, if you look closely at the watermarked text in the background (circled in the picture for your enlightenment cos' i'm pretty sure it's illegible) - it reads:

'Mak'in love was just for fun'.

Not sure if my partner was too impressed when I sent him a letter on it but it amused me no end!

A little touristing in the Mekong.

One of my oldest school friends from Noo Zulland was visiting from Taiwan with her South African colleague last week (Noo Zullanders are not terribly good at staying in Noo Zulland for long periods of time when they're young so we have odd scenarios like one Kiwi living in Taiwan visiting another Kiwi living in Vietnam) so we hit the tourist trail and went on a day trip to the Mekong Delta area.

We booked in Saigon the night before, handed over the princely sum of $7 US per person for a full day tour with lunch included and got up at sparrow's fart the next morning to board our magical mystery Mekong tour bus. I had done another mekong tour back in February so we picked a slightly different route which begain in another province.

After a couple of hours on a tolerable aircon tour bus we arrived in the charmingly named 'My Tho' province at the starting point for the first of MANY boat rides on the Mekong (we're pretty sure it was 8 in total). This was a short trip that took us round the corner past some very scenic riverside houses and postcard scenes (reproduced below for your viewing pleasure). I suspect we could have walked that leg of the trip but it was terribly pictur-es-Q.







We got decanted from the boat into an even more picturesque fruit and vege market - also shown below - and wandered around taking photos of fruit and engaging in equally silly tourist activities. The red fruit shown here is a dragon fruit - one of the world's most beutiful and crap tasting fruits - the insides look like a dalmation - white with very pretty black seed flecks. My mate reckons their taste is - quote - 'like dirt' :-)





After that it was back to the boat past some very cool floating houses...



...and off to a similar coconut candy 'factory' to the one I visited in February. The main difference was that this one also sold banana 'whiskey' in plastic water bottles for 20,000 dong (just over $1 US, just under $1 AUS and almost exactly $2 NZD). Not a bad drop actually - warming with slight undertones of meths.

Next up was another boat ride to an orchard for lunch - which was when the torrential tropical rain started. It eased off long enough for us to get back to the boat and then it pissed down again - leaving us sheltering in our dinky boat which had had the plastic improvised tarpaulin sides rolled down until it eased enough for us to head to our next destination. It was still raining pretty badly so the sides of the boat stayed down which meant that the boat's captain couldn't see where he was going when sitting down so improvised with some very expert 'foot steering'.



At our next desination we were treated to some traditional vietnamese folk music - the inescapable downside to any tourist trip in Vietnam. Luckily the tables we were sitting at all had some sort of clear alcoholic substance that tasted even more like meths (come to think of it, it may well have been meths!) which kept us sane and quelled the giggles a little.

By this stage we were beginning to get a little boat fatigue - especially as our next stop by boat was a place where we got to go...boating. 20-odd tired tourists were sheparded onto a rickety jetty, loaded into traditional vietnamese canoes, given conical hats and told to look stupid while being paddled up a canal - that said, it was a bloody good laugh and we have some priceless photos (NOT for blog consumption) as a result. For some reason your correspondent managed to get lumped with a paddle as well - pretty sure it should have been me who was being tipped at the end and not the other way around but hey.

And, with one more boat trip back to where we started our watery adventure came to an end. Back to Saigon and dry land creature comforts until the next visitor comes through in a few weeks' time :-)

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'Engrish' has long been an abiding passion of mine - and Vietnam is a goldmine. Today's small pleasure was riding alongside an ambulance with 'AMBULANE' plastered on the side but this week's favourite is the business card that I have posted below - microsoft should really look into this - I think it would be a hit!

...and back to flippant.

The coolest tree in Hanoi... I don't think it's catching.

WTF?!

So I posted up some cutesy photos of the Temple of Literature in Hanoi this afternoon and the visitors to this site went berzerk - 200 in one day! Now I would like to think that my fabulous writing skills, incisive observational humour and all round nice galness have generated this random surge in visitors but I suspect I have inadvertantly pushed a search engine key word button of some description, now I just need to figure out what the magic words were...'hanoi'? 'temple'?, 'literature'? 'the'?...

Of course I will never be able to replicate it - ah well, guess my 15 minutes of fame are up.

Serious artistic endeavour #1.

In order to prove that I am not necessarily 100% flippant and blithe 100% of the time, I will also be posting up some piccys of nice things I see around the place every now and then. The first lot are from Ha Noi which is a seriously funky city, give or take the killer heat.

This series is from the Temple of Literature which is an amazing historic sanctuary in the middle of the city - the oldest university in Vietnam.

No helmet but the sun won't getcha.

This photo of my mate in Hanoi (who would kill me if she knew I had posted it), is another example of the joys of international exploration.

In Oztraylia, Noo Zulland et al, give or take the odd melanoma scare, we are all hell bent on getting tanned. In Vietnam, Japan et al however, quite the reverse is true. The whiter the better.

This is pretty common knowledge, as is the fact that the women here routinely wear elbow length gloves to stop from getting tanned, and that you can buy whitening deodorant (why you would want your armpits to be white is a little beyond me but anyway).

But this contraption, peculiar to Hanoi or so it seems, is a new one on me. It goes over the top of your normal shirt and the sleeves are designed to cover your hands when in 'bike riding position'. The top bit covers your face and the very top bit is a set of straps that conveniently help to keep the hat that you will of course be wearing, firmly strapped to your head while in transit.

How very clever.

Cultural cringe strikes again.

My flatmate has recently joined the 'International Ladies Of Vietnam' club in order to use their english language library (or so she claims).

I don't know much about this group of ex-pat ladies who lunch but got a pretty good impression today when my flatmate brought home a copy of their latest publication.

The English/Vietnamese cookbook with the impeccable title 'Maid Easy Meals' has an even more impressive introduction page which I have included below (please note my spectacular new photo-editing skills as well).

My flatmate assures me they are for real.

This goods is perfect for me!

Why yes, I do want to enjoy a simble and rational lives - and this rubbish bin in my bathroom is clearly the key.

If only I had realised it sooner.

Ex-pat fever strikes your correspondent.

This place (Vietnam) does funny things to you.

As most of you will know I am from Noo Zulland but live in Malbourne, Oxtraylia (which, funnily enough, is actually how the Vietnamese spell Australia!). By extension, I should be a one-eyed rugby fan. Sacrilegiously however, I had only watched one full game of rugby in my life (a live game in the 1990s when Noo Zulland got its arse kicked by the French which was quite funny – although the lone Frenchman in our stand with an airhorn shouting ‘vive le france’ was in danger of being lynched by the end)… until I came here that was.

Somehow, believe it or not, I have managed to find myself watching all 3 of the recent Lions vs. Noo Zulland tour. What’s more…and I hesitate to admit this…I found myself whooping along with the others who were watching as the All Blacks smooshed the Lions into the mud. The fact that Daniel Carter is damn hot in that little All Blacks outfit had nothing to do with it (well, maybe not ‘nothing’ but not ‘all’ of it) either. I always used to wonder what it was about being overseas that got people (especially Canadians for some reason but kiwis are a close second) sewing their flags on their backpacks and generally becoming scruffy ambassadors for their country of origin. I still don’t know what it is but I have obviously acquired a touch of it (living in Oztrailer didn’t seem to trigger it but Vietnam definitely has). The fact that I think rugby is a vile, violent sport played by meatheads seems to have been overtaken by some sort of chest-thumping chick-overseas-knee-jerk patriotism.

What’s more (and I REALLY hesitate to admit this one), I have now watched the first two episodes of desperate housewives (Vietnam is one year behind – the show has just started here)…even going along to our local bar to do so. Now the rugby watching was accidental – I saw the second test because I was hiding from the torrential rain in a café that was playing it (which is kind of weird in itself), but this is conscious desperate housewives watching!

I think I will need to go into some sort of ex-pat detox when I get back ‘home’ to Oztrailer, unless some of the people who know me well decide that this is completely out of character (which it is) and send a rescue squad my way to provide on the spot ‘get a grip girl!’ therapy before then – and if you do decide that, can you bring some plastic tikis, paua necklaces, pavalova, buzzy bee toys, a few bottles of L&P and some pohutakawa pictures with you? ;-)

The smoothie bar.

This is where I ended a number of my evenings while in Hanoi. Not being a huge drinker it was the perfect place to hang out with my beer drinking mates who were sitting on the equally silly little plastic chairs at the 'Bia Hoi' stall next to us.

The very nice smoothie lady would concoct something that tasted great, whizz it in the blender that you can see here (the lights on the whole street dimmed when she plugged it in!) and Voila! Yummy smoothie. Her kids were cute too.

Smoothie lady with her cute kid, blender and aircon unit.

Powerlines next to the smoothie bar

The powerlines directly above the smoothie bar.

Going postal.

So I went to the post office last night after work.

When I was in Hanoi (back in HCMC now) I got some cute stamps carved for my little sisters and I wanted to send them back to Noo Zulland. Until now I have only sent letters and postcards from Vietnam but that has been reasonably straight-forward: hand over lots of money and off it goes to meander its way to its destination, god willing.

Postal services, along with home internet, and nice breakfast cereal (e.g. not a bowl of meat and noodle soup) is one of the few things that is actually expensive in Vietnam – but not intolerably so, providing you don’t go on a posting frenzy.

So I go to my local post office and hand over the envelope with the 2 little stamps in it and cute piccys on the outside. This caused an instant problem. Male civil servant peers at the envelope, feels it, lifts it to the light and shakes it, then says ‘more detail’. To which I replied, with the assistance of sign language, that it was 2 stamps for children. This explanation was clearly not good enough because out came the scissors and the envelope was opened up. Sure enough, inside there were the 2 stamps and a letter for my little sisters. But this was still not enough. Male civil servant goes to consult with female civil servant and much conferring follows. He comes back and says ‘more detail’ again and hands me not one, not two but THREE forms (one of which required the information in duplicate!) to fill out. Cursing under my breath I fill out the forms and hand them back, at which point the official rubber stamp comes out (nothing gets approved, actioned or even considered in Vietnam without an official rubber stamp) and my three documents get stamped and filed nowhere in particular.

THEN, a cardboard box appears from nowhere and I am told to put the stamps and perfectly functional envelope into the box, which then gets mummified in official Vietnam-post-office-brand Sellotape. And then I get to write the address and name on the box…the box with the envelope containing the name and address on it might I add.

And then I forked out a small fortune to pay for this now substantial size box and off it went…I hope.

I came home and had a good whinge to my housemates who listened to my story and congratulated me on getting off lightly! Apparently 3 forms is the bare minimum and usually there are several more counters and people involved. My first mistake, it seems, was sealing the envelope before it had been peered in - but on the other count, getting it posted, I appear to have done unusually well because officially it seems, no foreigners are allowed to post parcels anywhere other than the central post office (the same place I waited in line half an hour for the other day to pick up a parcel). So, at least in a small way, I beat the system today.

But, for those family and friends out there who are reading – if you love me, please don’t send any parcels – the less I have to do with the postal system the better!


P.S. Can I recommend that people check out the latest offering from www.rathergood.com (the link is on the right) - 'looking for my leopard' is a keeper!

Jesus would be stoked.

A little piccy of some t-shirts I spotted while in Hanoi. Not sure who would be more flattered to be side to side.

A change of scene (warning: long and random rant follows).

Well, yesterday at the ungodly hour of 4.30am I raised myself from my bed (it doesn't rhyme with 'raised from the dead' for nothing!), staggered out to the alleyway outside my house just after 5am and was greeted by my xe om (motorbike taxi) guy (who I had communicated with the night before via a note written by my flatmate) and his wife who was keeping him company in her jimmy jams (this is the same woman who runs the drink stall outside our house and the same woman who tried to kill me the other morning when Mr Xe Om was late and she sat me down on her dinky plastic chairs which make you feel like Gulliver with your knees around your ears and gave me the strongest goddamn iced coffee in the world to drink before I could protest...until this point in my life I had drunk maybe half a cup of coffee in total - so I was a VERY energetic bunny at university that day!).

But I digress.

So, Mr Xe Om and I head across town to the airport in order to catch my 6.30am flight to Hanoi. I do not normally exist at 5am so it was a real eye-opener for me crossing town at this time of day. Saigon, which is normally a very pleasant shade of manic, was blissfully quiet and there were very few bikes on the roads. Now that's not to say that the Vietnamese - who are notoriously early risers - weren't up and about at that time of day, it's just that they weren't working yet. This is also a novelty for me - you hardly ever see a Vietnamese person who is not working in some way shape or form.

So what they were doing, in their masses, was exercising vigorously, often in pairs but also by themselves. Most of the ones I saw were walking purposefully in what seemed to be the standard Vietnamese exercise uniform - black for women and baggy white t-shirt or singlet and white shorts for guys...not sure if this is some sort of socialist throwback but it was remarkably consistent!

But again I digress.

So now I am in the capital - Ha Noi. I am always amazed at how quickly you click into the ex-pat circuit in Vietnam - when I arrived in Saigon I was on the town with flatmates within 4 hours of touching down - and it took less than a day here to be invited to a pool party (not really my style to be honest but hey what the hell) this Saturday. It also doesn't take long to realise just how small the ex-pat circuit is - you only need to go to a few events before you start bumping into the same people. I guess that's part of the problem with a small ex-pat population in a ridiculously hot and communist country - drinking and socialising in aircon comfort are the main entertainment options! I have also had the pleasure of catching up with a Vietnamese friend who has been taking me around and showing me the joys of Vietnamese street cuisine (it is nice not to be randomly pointing at Vietnamese words on a menu and hoping for the best!).

Yesterday was also the first time that I have gotten within spitting distance of an organisation that I have always aspired to work for/with/around - the UN system. I attended a UNDP meeting (some might say 'gatecrashed' but 'attended' sounds more legit ;-) I even have a now-empty bottle of UNDP-branded water as a souvenir!

It was an interesting experience to say the least. As boring as I expected in some places, pleasantly less so in others and my first encounter/minor run-in with career bureaucrats was a bit disconcerting even though it was not in the least surprising.

Went to another one today, sucker for punishment that I am which was also pretty cool but I am definitely leaning in the direction of working with/around rather than 'for' as a preferred option! Providing of course, that someone wants me to work for them one day!

And now, it is just gone midnight and I am using up the hotel's free internet connection like there's no tomorrow. It has also just occured to me that I don't think I have ever actually said why I am here in Vietnam (I guess I just assume that the only people who ever read this are immediate family and friends but the stat counter info suggests otherwise every now and then). I am here doing a project that is part of my Masters thesis - which focusses on online communication about sexual health with young Vietnamese). In response to the standard questions that follow, the answers are 'no, i don't speak Vietnamese but it is irrelevant in the context of this project', 'no there was no easily explainable reason why I chose Vietnam' and 'yes, I am ridiculously over-ambitious trying to pull this off in a communist country with spectacular censorship but I'm giving it a shot anyway'. More questions, comments and criticisms are always welcomed.

The working title of my thesis (minus the mindnumbingly boring bit that follows as all thesis titles must) is "Let's talk (discreetly) about sex".

Comments and hassling are warmly accepted.

So tomorrow, I get to go and talk to more people, while wearing business clothes in 38-odd degree heat and travelling on the back of a motorbike. Then on Saturday I am going to go and visit 'Uncle Ho' in his mausoleum where he has been 'sleeping' since 1968...and maybe go to a pool party...

Music crosses all national boundaries...

This last week I have had a number of 'cross-cultural experiences' that have all involved music of some description. Funnily enough, none of the music was Vietnamese.

On Monday, I was invited to attend a 4th July celebration at the international guest house where some researchers from an American university were staying. 4th July is not really my scene at all but the people there were useful contacts so I went along. In one of those surreal Vietnam moments earlier in the day I had gone past the 'Lucky 17 saloon' bar which had a huge banner outside inviting people to come and 'celebrate America's independence'...it is interesting that one of the few points of commonality for America and Vietnam is that they were both once colonised countries...amazing how short term memory loss causes so many problems in this world.

Anyway, went to the US 4th July celebration and found myself in cross-cultural hell. Country and western music was blaring and the students were teaching their Vietnamese room-mates how to line dance! I sensibly hid and cringed from afar. After that, the kitchen staff, who had been slaving away all day brought out home-made hamburgers.....'yum'.

So that was Monday then on Wednesday I was wandering towards my local net cafe when the sound of a brass band playing drew my attention. A few doors up one of the shops had been converted into a funeral parlour for a traditional Vietnamese funeral which involves everyone wearing white pyjamas and headbands for a few days and hanging out with the coffin (not a very PC description but am short on time) I guess in a similar way to a Maori tangi minus the pyjamas. Anyway, the music was coming from a naval-uniformed brass band, complete with saxaphone, that was playing very upbeat jazz tunes while standing around the coffin. After 2 songs they stopped and wandered off down the road - not quite sure how it works but it was interesting to watch anyway.

And then today I went to watch the fabulously named Yale Whiffenpoofs - apparently one of the oldest, most prestigious male a capella vocal groups from Yale University in the USA. They are at the halfway point of a 20 country world tour that the group does every year. Despite the name they were bloody marvellous and would have kicked the arse of any American idol contestant any day but it was more than a little strange to be watching them do-wop-ing in a hotel in the middle of Saigon.

And now, I am chilling out (well, sweating - but that's not unusual) in my local net cafe and bopping along to old Michael Jackson - every day is a little treat to guess what fab music will be playing!

Over and out :-)

The iceman saweth.

This photo, taken from my balcony yesterday morning, is of the guy who supplies to all the cafes/street stalls etc in our area.

He stores the ice on the road under a tarp about 50m from our house. At this stage the ice is in massive blocks (about the length of a motorbike for comparison's sake) which he loads on to his motorbike truck (pictured) and drives up to the ice-cutting table saw (I even just googled to figure out what it was - not a bandsaw like I thought - let it never be said that I don't do my research!).

He loads each massive block onto the saw and cuts it into progressively smaller blocks, until it looks like the little ones that are falling off the end into the ice bucket below the table saw (double click on the photo to enlarge it, then squint and you can see it!).

The aim of the game is to do this at 7am on a Sunday morning (ice waits for no man!) and wake me up with the sound of ice being put through a table saw - similar to 10 million fingernails being scratched down a blackboard.

Then he delivers it to the internet cafe that gives me iced tea...

What, only 4?!

Time for a few motorbike piccys to illustrate what I am talking about. These were taken in the space of 2 minutes standing on a street corner in District 1 so they're not unusual by any stretch. Will endeavour to get some of the more 'unique' ones over the next while.

Side saddle.

Wet toilet paper anyone?

Cruising in style. The low-tech equivalent of delivery trucks.

Snigger.

Not sure what's funnier. The name of this icecream shop or the fact that I then went in and had icecream there!