Because I am craving Pho (Vietnamese Beef Noodles)

I know I haven’t blogged in a really long time and I’m not planning on updating you with what’s happened but I’m going to let you in on what’s happening. Skip a few depressing stories, I am currently and impromptu-ly in Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam, spending some quality and much needed time with my mother and away from home. She’s been assigned to work here for a few months and we’ve decided I take a flight and meet her here. Whilst I was still back in Singapore and only communicating with her through email or chat, she bragged about how gloomy and dready it was there and that she just felt like returning home. I couldn’t quite believe her because I hadn’t seen or experienced it to actually feel her. Maybe I heard a little depressing sights and experiences of this place but what would I know? Now that I’m here, I am just as depressed. Everything’s hay-wire from the traffic, the food, the people, the living conditions, the weather and the law but just basically everything. I wanted so much to be with my mum but I think we could do better somewhere else. You risk your life doing anything and everything. Cross the road and you could risk getting runned over by, what apparently is 6 million motorbikes in Ho Chi Ming City itself, excluding Hanoi or get pick-pocketed by people on the street or the drive-by snatchers. Eat by the roadside and you could risk your life too because it is not recommended to try food products along the roadside food vendors as the hygiene standards are not regulated and may not be safe for consumption. It’s a dangerous world outside the condominium I’m in. I walked through an alley, ALLEY, and I literally had to face against the wall to ‘siam’ the motorbikes speeding through. No doubt though, the motorbikes here are really awesome, seeing quite a number of Vespas. The only thing I’m enjoying right about now is my carton of Davidoff ciggs and my nap soon, after my last sleep 29 hours ago. So tam biet everyone. I’m going to have my last sleep before I wake up, brave the death defying traffic for some Gloria Jeans coffee in District 1.