My Travel Adventures

We woke up early in the morning to pack our bags and hunt for breakfast outside the hotel. We vastly overestimated our non-verbal communication skills and sat down at a local restaurant in the hopes of ordering me a vegetarian dish. Unsympathetic to our struggle, the waitress kept frustratedly pointing at the menu on the wall, which was written entirely in Vietnamese and was unaccompanied by any pictures. I suppose it did not occur to her that two foreigners might penetrate as far as Tây Ninh without being able to string together a single sentence in the local language.

Today was a real adventure, as my dad and I decided to split off from the main group and head to Saigon early instead of spending the day in Nha Tranh. Every part of the journey was an experience. Riding to the airport, we found that local taxi drivers love to play karaoke on their displays. While they likely don’t sing along (our driver, at the very least, did not), the text running at the bottom of the screen seems rather distracting. As do the music videos that accompany the songs, with cameramen focussing on the cleavage of female singers.