I arrived in some random part of HCMC around 1pm. Motorbike drivers were everywhere wanting to take me somewhere. I went straight into a hotel, asked for a map, and my location on that map. Then, I found an ATM. Absolutely famished, I went to the first place with pho on the menu. I settled in to study the map and get some energy.
With the map and handy highlighted street, I realized I was only one block from the backpacker district. Much like Khao San Road in Bangkok, there are guesthouses and restaurants everywhere. I found a place for $3, met a Chinese girl, and went for a walk.
Still hungry, I decided to abuse the indelible mark of the French by eating at a cafe. In the middle of a cup of coffee, I realized I was absolutely exhausted. I went back to take a nap.
I was woken by some English and Irish accents. Two other girl solo travelers were chatting about...traveling. I joined in. We decided to get dinner and drinks together.
A decent Vietnamese meal was followed by a Vietnamese rum and coke.
At a random bar in HCMC, I was stopped by a guy on the way to the bathroom by a guy I'd met in Cambodia. I then realized that I knew three different people in the bar from different parts of my travels.
I went to bed shortly after catching up.
