Directly from bagage reclaim we emerge into the peace and quiet of Saigon, the streets are deserted... Well not quite... traffic levels are chaotic even by Vietnam standards.
In the sea of vehicles the mopeds are like shoals of mackerel, our driver steers upstream, miraculously the mackerel part around the bow as if of one mind. We navigate by dead reckoning to our first port of call, a restaurant.
We eat crunchy dried minature fish then a large boiled fish out of a glass tank - tasty though.
SAIGON PROLOGUE Shitting Over Cambodia.
As I sit on the loo we start our descent to Saigon, I have to make haste, this is wierd, 30,000 ft below this stainless steel pan are the rain forests of Cambodia.
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That post was slightly disgusting.
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