A bowl of Pho anyone?
Something I had craved for from watching food channels and shows like No Reservation from Anthony Bourdain, it was the first thing I looked for when I landed at Tan Son Nhat International Airport,checking out possible signs or board that has the word 'pho' on it, too bad there was no such luck, coming out from the arrival hall, I soon spotted my driver, holding a card with my name on it, I knew I had to go, I dragged myself to the vehicle and coming up next was a gruesome 3 hours plus journey cutting through Ho Chi Minh to Vung Tau with mind blasting traffic, unbelievable large number of motorist, cutting in and out like nobody business, crossing junctions without looking at the traffic light and what really amazed me was nothing happen, no accident, no touching, nothing. Like needle passing through each other, flexible enough to turn and switch direction like a snake. One thing I learnt, in Vietnam, 'Red Lights' meant 'floor it' go faster... bit the red light with lightning speed.
Vung Tau is a tourist destination, a beautiful place by the sea, with long shore lines where people can enjoy the sun and the sandy beach. At night it turns to a lively city, with neon lights around the streets, vendor selling food outside, music from the bars with young Vietnamese lady waiting by the side, hoping to get lucky tonight, and not forgetting some horny expatriates trying to get some action for the night.
I on the other hand was worn out and hungry after all the travelling, I check in to my Hotel and I headed out looking for a meal. Pho came to mind, nothing beats a bowl of hot soup to warm the stomach and to get rid of the tiredness. It was good, refreshing and light, a slight touch of soy sauce and some chills complete the meal. Simple yet satisfying... and a promising start for the next 40 days I'm here, home away from home.