Last Morning in HCMC

Caren now knows what freedom feels like. Who would have thought we'd feel like we were going home to HCMC when we were on the flight out of Siem Reap. Caren was sweating when she went thru immigration at HCMC airport (for the 12th time). The immigration agents know her by her first name by now.

We suspect that our tour guide "schmeared" the airport manager in Siem Reap to expedite Caren's Vietnamese visa and get us out of the country. I wonder if they teach that in tour guide training?

So what does she do for her first meal back in HCMC? We go to a sushi restaurant with our tour guide and she sucks down a couple of Ba Ba Ba's. That's the local Vietnam beer in the south. Like Corona is to SoCal.





Then for breakfast she eats this appetizing looking plate of Asian delicacies. Meanwhile Jordan is munching on his croissants (very good ones by the way because as we said before, the French taught these folks how to bake bread).

But you have to eat them early or they become sponges in this humidity.
We're off to Dalat in about 90 minutes and immediately head off for a bicycle ride. Hopefully, we can keep Caren from being "blackballed" from future tours by B&R. If the tour had a daily newsletter, Caren would dominate the front page every day with all her escapades.

We'll be staying at the Sofitel Dalat Palace. A real story to tell about this hotel, but we'll save it for the blog posting when we get there.