Saigon is full of noise. Unbelievable amounts of noise. Noise and motorbikes. Crossing the street is possibly one of the most nervewrackingthings I've ever done. You just sort of wade into traffic slowly, and if you ever look back, and see that yes, I am in fact in the middle of about 15 'lanes' of traffic on either side, you would probably freak out and get hit. Luckily, unlike in India, the drivers here seem to have no desire to actually hit me. Though I did see a collision yesterday, afterwhich the girl who got hitsboyfriend chased after the guy who did the hitting on foot. Good times.
And for some reason, everyone and their mother seems to think I'm the ideal target for a pot deal. I don't know why - my best guess is as a single white foreigner, they have a pretty good chance I'm not a cop. I keep getting offered cigarettes, and then the special box to the side gets opened.
And for some reason there's a guy outside my hotel with something that keeps playing 'Santa Claus is coming to town.' Kind of odd.
So that's that. I can't wait for the beach.
