I had no good rest (ok, I don’t need much to have no good rest), because through the bed linen some metal of the mattress was pricking, and I tried not to move in that direction.
The way out of Tay Ninh was dominated by masses of motorcycles. I thought the city must be empty soon, when apparently all the people drive away.
You can say that all the 90km except a small section when Mr.G sent me on a small lane, where crowded by motorcycles.
On the lane, but also on the big roads, you could see the big contrast between rural village life and the “modern” life and economy.
Those temples/churches of the Caodaists first looked like copies of one, but if you see more of them you can see small differences.
I had another sugar cane juice and I always try to get food and drinks in my own containers. People are willing to do that, just sometimes surprised.
And I was surprised to see hair dresser advertisements in Vietnam with Western guys.
When I finally reached HCMC, I visited a hairdresser to shorten and trim my irregular beard, but she made something on her own. She even used an open razor and for the second time in my life, I didn’t bleed. (The first one was 2015 in Taipei and the barber made a lot of efforts with hot water, this time just some liquid and foam!)
But for the moment I am ok with the result!
Only the selfie is not as sharp as the razor’s edge ?
Lib had organized an apartment room in down town HCMC for me and in the evening came to visit me and to go to a restaurant.
She ordered some specialties like a fruit/vegetable/meat combination that you put on a very crispy bread – practically un-eatable (for me only?) without a mess.
There was a plate with special Vietnamese vegetables, a plate with a fish in passion-fruit sauce, a plate with cubes of deep fried but still very soft tofu with egg and a cute waiter with a cute Santa Claus hat.
Btw, maybe there are some few countries where you can escape “Last Xmas”, Vietnam is off this list, I heard it, loud, clear and unmistakable out of a shop).
At night, on the way to my room, 2x women approached me offering a massage and their appearance and attitude didn’t emphasize the health aspect of this offer.
So, it was no surprise that I had difficulties to find an open gate at the small lanes of the block with the hotel neighbouring this area. I half surrounded it to find an entrance and finally could go to bed.
