Eating Japanese cuisine in Vietnam sort of defeats the purpose of going to Vietnam in the first place.
Akatayo Japanese Restaurant, Ho Chi Minh City.
Eating Japanese cuisine in Vietnam sort of defeats the purpose of going to Vietnam in the first place.
Akatayo Japanese Restaurant, Ho Chi Minh City.
Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam
Week 12: …The girls are hotter than hell.
Just kidding. "Miss Saigon" has nice music despite the implications. (Chris, y u string along Kim like dat?!)
The city was hotter than hell, though. I was eternally thankful for the apartment airconditioning that was enough to freeze off your fingers and toes.
My first thought upon leaving the Tan Son Nhat International Airport was, "Holy cow, there's a ton of motorcycles here!" It was obvious that the number of mopeds outnumbered the larger vehicles by, well, a lot. Visually, anyway. It always looked like some kind of parade whenever the herd of mopeds passed by.
Perhaps the mopeds are their kind of jeepney, seeing as they've no other public transportation besides the usual bus-and-taxi options. There were rickshaws too, but they were only found in select areas and I'm not particularly sure if a railway system exists within the city. (And if one did exist, well I must've missed it somehow. Eh.)
Did you know that Ho Chi Minh City is divided into inner districts? I stayed in District 1 and I felt like a Career, mehehe.