When we checked into our hotel two nights ago, the desk clerk’s last statement to us was, “Don’t drink the tap water” so the next day The Husband brought me coffee in bed prepared from tap water. The dysentery window has closed but I’ve still got time for the giardia. Thus, the first shame card of the trip has been dealt (mine to cash or cancel-out at any point in the trip).
Our very first conversation at the airport with our greeter JayJay was him telling us we are lucky to arrive on a weekend because traffic is not too bad. JayJay’s an asshole because traffic is horrible. Crossing the street the first time requires the steeliness of a gladiator. After a few times you find yourself just looking straight ahead and marching into traffic. In other words ignoring all human instinct.
It has been great to now because we’ve been on our own which is my kind of travel. But today we met with AK for our briefing from AMA Waterways.
Yay.
Cue the headphones and the tour guides. Group travel. It’s why I drink.
Photos from today’s tour of the Presidential Palace and the War Remnants Museum. Can’t say more than that because The Husband has asked me to behave while we are here in beautiful, communist, unified, Vietnam:
A Pierman Sister 
Interesting photos. The Vietnamese seem rather proud of having overcome “U.S. aggression.” I see that, as in Afghanistan, we left behind some equipment for them.
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Yes. The first thing you see at the ticket booth is the chinook. And they feel great about liberating the south as well.
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Bad tap water in a city that size is surprising to me, Alison. The city sure looks nicer than I thought it was back in 1970. It looks like you’re having a good time.
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It surprises me too. Bad pipes and bad water filtration system we are told.
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