When I arrived in Vietnam, after spending two weeks in Taiwan, I honestly wanted to turn right around and fly directly back to Taipei. It. Was. Hot. And I don’t mean “oh my, it’s summer time” hot. I mean, “dear sweet baby Jesus, I’m going to melt into a puddle of sweat and die within the next 30 seconds, if I don’t suffocate first” hot.
But I soldiered on. I somehow managed to get my embarrassing amount of luggage into a cab (still can’t pack light), and made it to the house where I’d be staying for the next month. The roommates at the house were great -- they were all friendly and included me in things right away, which was much-appreciated, as I didn’t know anyone in the country and didn’t start my course for another week.
After a few days of attempting to acclimate to the weather (without much luck), I ventured out on my own, bartered a ride on a xe om, and went on an adventure in Old Saigon.
Using the Lonely Planet’s Walking Tour as a guide, I strolled around the historic city for a few of the most sweltering hours of my life. But as I wandered around the strange town, finding my way down tiny back alleys and streets that seemingly all have the same name, I began to appreciate Ho Chi Minh City, in all its chaotic glory.
I started at 23/9 Park and tried my hand at Frogger to cross over the roundabout to Ben Thanh Market. Inside, the market was just what you’d expect an Asian market to be -- loud, hot, and full of cheap crap sold to you loudly at outrageous prices. I wasn’t in the mood for bargaining, so I looked around a bit and moved on to continue my tour.
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| Hiding in the shade at 23/9 Park |
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| Look both ways! |
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| Inside Ben Thanh Market |
Along the way, I took in some of the more famous sights in the old part of the city. Reading the descriptions of the buildings and monuments I was seeing made me realize how little I know about Vietnam and its history. Must study up.
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| Bitexco Financial Tower Saigon Skydeck on the 48th floor |
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| Municipal Theater (Opera House) |
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| Statue of Ho Chi Minh in front of the People's Committee Building |
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| Le Cong Kieu Street, lined with antique shops |
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| Buu Dien, the Central Post Office |
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| Mosaic of Uncle Ho inside the Post Office He sees all. |
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| Paris? No, silly! The Notre Dame Cathedral is in Saigon! |
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| St. Mary outside the Notre Dame |
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| Power grid |
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| I was too tired from depleted electrolytes to cross the street for a better picture of the Reunification Palace |
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| If the Labyrinth were in Ho Chi Minh City, it'd be Turtle Lake |
A few days later, I started my CELTA course to learn how to teach English to adults. “But Samantha,” you say. “You’re already a teacher!” Yes, this is true. But you know how much I love learning and spending money, so I took the course. Actually, the course was much better than I was expecting. I got a lot out of it, and you can never know TOO much about your profession, right? Right??
Either way, I enjoyed the course and the people I met during the month-long workfest. It was intense, but worth the effort.
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| Teachers doing what they do best! Thanks for the photo, Abby :) |
My camera was stolen in a drive-by-snatching robbery about half-way through the course, so please excuse my lack of photographic documentation of the last couple weeks. Just be assured, a perfect balance was struck between lesson planning and drinking. :)
Since the course ended, I’ve been busy applying for jobs and taking interviews. I recently moved into a big house with a group of friends from the CELTA course. And we’ve got one spare room for rent, so if you’re missing me terribly (as you all no doubt are) and are jealous of my fabulous life in Vietnam (again, no doubt), then pack your bags and hop on a plane! I PROMISE you’ll learn to embrace the oppressive heat and humidity!
Please bring Peanut M&Ms.
