Da Nang - Saigon

This morning we landed in Saigon. I shot some time-lapse out the plane window. The flight was no-frills by all counts. Leg room was non-existent. I was basically eating the hair of the passenger in front of me after they reclined. But worst of all . . . no beverage or snack service. Oh and there were squawking British babies everywhere. Who brings infants to Vietnam? Bah.






Anyway, Saigon is worlds apart from Hanoi. Though there is always talk about whether the U.S. lost the war in Vietnam, one thing is clear - we won the culture war. Mickey Mouse t-shirts adorn scooter drivers, coffee shops are ubiquitious, and a little Paul McCartney blared from the taxi driver's playlist. It appears to be more prosperous down here - at least from my first impressions. In a half hour, we get picked up to charge up the Saigon River to the tunnels at Cu Chi.