I can totally understand why non-Asian foreigners think Asians are a bunch of black magic shamans who have weird diets of lizards and bat wings stewed with marrow. I saw all of those said ingredients, apparently sun-dried, displayed and stacked in full glory in Chinatown.
Just to set the record straight, I don't eat things like that, and I hope never to.
~A.
I brought the Lady (that's her, scratching her nose) and my Mum to catch Il Divo in concert. A rather low-key event in the media, don't you think? I figured that they were being overshadowed by Rain, who was to be performing a few nights after.
It is my personal obligation to inform you that Il Divo's not a boy band - most of them are past the age of teen-bopper-resque attention. They are some of the poorest showmen in the musical business (really, they just wave their hands and climb stairs behind spotlights), but more than make up for it with their vocal talent. Some more so than others - my personal opinion is that Carlos and David carry the team in the voice department.
Well, I quite enjoyed myself at the concert. If not for a few awkward music moments involving forgotten lyrics, a rock montage and over-enthusiastic drumming, the concert was great. The ladies agreed, of course.
I don't think they'll ever come back, though.
You'll have to really forgive me.
I'm postings all these new posts so haphazardly, it's a wonder if you can keep track of what I'm saying at all.
Really though, I just want to get that silly media column filled. Call me superficial, but I'm not going to feel satisfied until that thing is filled up with photos.
On to the photo already. Me, the lady and her friends went a-walking around Saigon's tourist-ier spots, hoping to find some of the nicer looking sights in the town. Toward the end of our journey, we found the Post Office Building, a building that had this weird mix of futurama and 20s styled decor. Nice.
Here we are in the phone booths, meant for making international calls. They were the only rooms to be air-conditioned, and apparently, the only rooms with comfortable chairs. (Miss Ruqi, can you see your reflection in the glass?)
I'll show you the Church next, but I'm too sleepy now.
~A.
Miss Angela's having some fun on the pier in Tortoise Island. I'm just posting this because I know she loved the time in the boats we were sitting in after that.
I'll post more!
~A.
I would never, never have imagined Vietnam being so much fun. I haven't had that much fun on a trip for a long time.
But you know, I still can't put my finger on it. Maybe it was because Angela and her bunch of friends were just bent on having a a great time.
Maybe it was the break that it gave me from work, and all the headaches I otherwise would have had if I were at work.
Maybe it was just the fact that I was going on a holiday with Angela (though we had plenty of chaperones). Yeah, that's it. :)
One of the highlights of the trip must have been on the Saigon River. We were all strolling down that smelly and rather grimy dock running along the river, when we spotted a Chinese Junk that had the most impressive set up I've ever seen. Unlike the big boats with big lights (which looked and felt like a cheap Chinese restaurant on water) it was a quaint, warmly-lit junk with an impressive buffet spread - for 25 people. The decor was nothing shy of a top grade restaurant in Singapore, and the service was impeccable. Plus, there was TONS of Pho. Tons.
That trip down the river, dining on that Junk in decadent luxury, the ambience - not even the faintly foul scent of the Saigon river breeze could steal that romantic 2 hours cruising down saigon river.
I could almost swaer I heard Perry Como croon "Magic Moments" in the background.
Well, it definitely was one of them. Let's cherish this one in our memories forever, dear!
~A.
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