Vietnam, Part 1: Tearing through Saigon

I landed in Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam, a.k.a. Saigon, from Cape Town on Monday.

Saigon is a fast city, what with its whirlwind traffic, swarms of crowds, and manic carnival nightlife. It’s fun, cheap, and easy to zip though the city, because chances are that the currency exchange rates are in your favor.


It’s a city with an enormous history, and while weaving through it is fun, it’s especially worth visiting the museums, especially the War Remnants museum.

In the history classes in the U.S., we don’t really get an account of the other side’s perspective in wars. The War Remnants museum was educational, harrowing and heartbreaking, and we see the Vietnamese perspective of the war.


The War Crimes exhibit displayed graphic photographs of torture and actual artifacts and weapons, while another exhibit showed the devastating effects of dioxin, the most toxic component of Agent Orange. Using the word “depressing” isn’t enough; it is truly bewildering, the amount of cruelty people can be capable of.


The Ho Chi Minh City Fine Arts museum was close by, so I walked over there afterwards. The Vietnamese artists specialize in lacquer paintings on wood.


Right outside the museum is a small cluster of galleries. Lacquer fumes wafted out from one of them. It reminded me of my spray painting days in college.


Saigon has such chaotic energy. I mentioned the traffic earlier. The guide books made it sound like there was a high chance of being squashed by a car or motorbike, but if you walk a little slowly and deliberately, the traffic weaves around you like schools of fish. Just be aware, use common sense, and all is well. So far, I haven’t seen an accident, but there have been some close calls.

That being said, running in the city proved to be difficult. It’s hard to get miles in without interruption, as it entails dodging motorbikes, navigating sidewalks that end abruptly into traffic, and passing through crowds.


Vegan food is so easy to find. It’s everywhere and so cheap. I’ve been eating fresh fruit, veggies, rice, and tofu everyday. Vietnam is spoiling me so far with clean eating.

I’ve learned to negotiate prices, which has been a confidence-building exercise. You can do that if there’s no fixed price, but some vendors won’t negotiate. As a person with social anxiety, it felt awkward at first, but it’s actually really easy.


So far, navigating through Saigon has been a little test of confidence-building. I always have to be aware and not hide inside my own head, because there’s so much going on. I haven’t encountered any hostility during my travels yet. This is a fast and friendly city.

A little too fast for me.

So, I booked a two day Mekong Delta tour for a change of pace.

I stayed in a homestay. For dinner, there was rice, vegetables, and meat for our group. The tour guide must have not relayed the message that I’m vegan. The language barrier with the host made it awkward, but there was thankfully wifi there, so I was able to use Google Translate to convey that I don’t consume any animal products. I was lucky this time, because there won’t always be internet at my fingertips. So, I wrote down the Vietnamese word for vegan in my notebook: Thuần chay. It was below the words cảm ơn bạn (thank you), xin vui lòng (please), chào bạn (hello), and other very basic phrases. I think foreigners should at least make an effort to communicate those. It sets them apart from the others.




Tomorrow I leave for Hoi An. This is deviating from the original plan for Hanoi, which I will reach eventually. Fellow travelers in the tour group said that Hoi An is a beauty in itself. So, I booked a train ticket for Danang and will take the bus to the city from there. I’m departing a day early. I think I’ve had enough of Saigon. It’s fast and fun, but maybe not my cup of tea. It’s not to say it was a bad time–I’ve had a great time! When things are that fast, it not exactly a case of my anxiety acting up, but rather it’s overwhelming to be immersed in that much fast-paced chaos. Then again, I get bored when things are too slow.

So long, Saigon. I might come back, and it would be with a friend who can appreciate the energy of the city better.

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