On a quick walk of the neighbourhood, I realize that I ended up in Sai Gon's version 'Khaosan Road'.
19:00 Where did the first 3/5th of the wine go?
20:00 I grab myself a Banh Mi around the corner. Not bad, but far from one of the better ones I've had. But then it costs 10,000 VND (44 US cents), so I really shouldn't complain, should I?
21:00 I've had a brief nap timed by my cell phone alarm. Alan still hasn't landed.
22:00 I'm getting worried that the pilot of Alan's plane has a liking for the Indian Ocean. That plane is way overdue.
23:30 I'm sitting in the lobby of the Pullman Saigon Centre Hotel, waiting for the arrival of the traveler who e-mailed me a while ago that he finally landed.
I had been afraid that we wouldn't get any food anymore at this time of night. Close enough. It is difficult. But NOT the food part; getting a seat is difficult !
|AMAZING mackerel. With amazing green Japanese sauce (store-bought as Alan finds out)|
|Alan takes this BRILLIANT picture.|
The woman behind us soon notices that the phone is in Selfie mode and clears the shot, LOL
Absolutely NO fun (OK, so it was kinda fun before I semi-passed out).
But that one time cured the desire to do that again for my entire lifetime.
|That must be the kitchen back there !|
Next course. Giant grilled prawns.
Alan insists on eating them without peeling them first.
Of course, I can't look like the wimp here, so I have to TRY that too.
While I do like the flavour that I taste when my teeth sink into the beast's giant head, I have problem with its thick skull. I have to spit out the remaining bones (exoskeleton).
One of the next prawns must have had a leaky ear because its well-cooked brain squirts all over Alan's beer bottle when his teeth sink in.
YUMMY (NO, I DO mean that, LOL).
|Waddaya mean? There are people who PEEL prawns?|
Street performers try to lure Dongs out of the eaters. We see at least 3 fire-breathing performances.
|See the skinny guy in the white shirt with bottle and bucket at his feet?|
|He's drinking something out of a bottle|
|Only a split second after this picture was taken, the woman who has the fire in her back starts screaming like a Banshee|
|She's STILL freaked out !|
Yes, there are STILL people here and they're STILL serving food. It's a good night and I probably could sit here for hours more (ok, so maybe I'm getting a tiny bit tired), but I know that my alarm clock will ring at 6 am so that I can catch my plane tomorrow. So it's time for me to hit the bed soon.
When I stumble into my hotel lobby at 2:15 am, I neglect to think of the fact that hotel lobbies in Vietnam are the bedrooms of the hotel staff. I'm almost at the stairs when I see this slender figure rise up from his bare-bones sleeping arrangement.
What does he say after I so rudely woke him at an ungodly hour?
"Good Night Sir!".