1st blood of the Vietnamese taste was on the 1st step into the airbus. Yupe~that color, typical Vietnamese. But there's a need to mention on the air stewardess' uniform. Maroon tuxedo-kinda cutting, with a silky white longs that make them look so arhh - innocent, there is not even of tought of wanting to see what's beneath it, as it's really toooo innocent to think anything like that. "Bif or fis", was how they address the selection of beef or fish during food serving.
1.5 hours later, we touched down on a place that somehow made me recalled on Kuala Terengganu's airport. An immediate glace and I recalled WAR. Several barracks caught my sight:
It's again Proud to Be Malaysian when we step in the building, immigration was packed with a very long queue, at least 30 mins spent there. Not much breaking time as we were straight away directed to our hotel. A here starts the culture shock. Thinking that KL city is congested with jamming cars, freaky enough to scare tourist visiting our country? Then u will sweat knowing that Ho Chi Minh City is a hive of Bikes!
It's really like a force of squeezing all sperms into a narrow passage, with an additional feature - horning is as common as guys getting horny. And don't even think that crossing a single lane road is as simple as "tengok kanan, tengok kiri, dan tengok kanan". In Vietnam, u gotta multiply that with 5 and still find urself stucked in the middle of the dotted lines, with the extra chill of cold sweating and adrenaline madly rushing. How often do u see a policeman taking a red torch, waving and walking with us across a road, with bikers dun give a damn and non-stop bombarding their horns.
Sunrise on the 1st morning took us to Cu-Chi Tunnel, the web of tunnels Vietnamese dig to kick off american asses from their soil 30+ years back. By being there, that we actually feel how much patience and dedication Vietnamese has in digging. Wonder what is on their mind while they dig with so much enthusiasm. Wat was their motivation? probably they would see an american bitch where they can kidnap back to their underground camp and blast it all on her? After all, they do almost everything underground - cooking, eating, medic. They even filter out the cooking smoke b4 the it hits the surface.
We had the opportunity to actually be a duck in their tunnel. A totol natural sauna, 
adding in flashbacks of being in war, sweating is a must-must. And when the person in front gets out of sight, all I can do is to use the camera flash to snap the path in front of me. The 2nd round was a 50 meter tunnel, this time I was smelling straight behind the guide's ass. "lai lai lai" is the only mandarin word he says, and right after that he dissapears! God damnit that guy really made my balls drop. I was cursing for spiking my hair too high as it frictioned against the tunnel top and caused statics. I intentionally blasted my own version of atomic fart, damnit but the silencer was on this time, and no one seemed to have any effect on it watsoever. Wat a classic it would have been.
