When I stepped out of Saigon station in early of 1999, I realized that the City was not for me. There were so many things I dislike about, noisy, strange, food, accents and might be a part of its history. We was told about Saigon as the capital of Vietnam War, place of death and horrible killers. Saigon was eyed like that by a 20 years old conservative Northern boy.
After 4 years stayed, I’d loved every corners of it. Saigon has its own charm that not quite the same to any other places. Saigon culture could be suitable for young people, things are more simple here, no particular scrutiny like in Hanoi. Someone said it has influence from America, No, I don’t think so, it seems like weather, geography conditions made people here more open and friendly.
I was addicted to coffee since I was here, I just like the way people having it, the best way to know the locals though coffee shops on roadside where people talk, chatting away after breakfast or lunch break. You don’t have to keep silence like in Hanoi, conversations are unnecessary considerate which is a must in the North. Fun is easier found here.
I miss Saigon sometimes, miss the wide selection of food that mostly unbearable to Northern people, miss those motor taxi drivers on roadside with big smiles every times I passed them. No more reason to base there for long but It has certainly an excitement whenever I am thinking to go there.