Saigon Fish

Saigon… shit; I’m still only in Saigon…

Hotel Majestic in the main part of town. It’s hot. The noise of tooting horns is perpetual. It’s an interesting phenomenon really; although there’s a lot of tooting going on, there’s very little aggression. The weaving flowing chaos reminds me of nothing so much as an industrious and purposeful trails of ants, with the constant horn beepings therefore like an audible pheromone system.

I like this city already. It took me about ten minutes to figure it out; there is absolutely and utterly no pretension.

Addendum: Although the unceasing opportunism does grate after a day or so…