The Inspiration to Write - Version 2

It is frustrating, not being able to think of something to write about when you really want to do so. Your hands are itching to type but your mind refuses to churn out anything; you feel like pouring something out of your chest, but you don't know what exactly; you sift through your memories of the past few weeks and even try to remember an interesting dream you started to forget the second you woke up so that you can write about something, but there's just nothing. And it is exactly how I feel right now.

The Inspiration to Write

So I went to Ho Chi Minh City a few weeks ago.

Before I went, many people asked me what I was going there for and there were basically 3 reasons. First, I was quite desperate to travel somewhere. Second, my mother wanted to go there. I really cannot explain the first reason; I just had this deep hankering to go somewhere, to visit a foreign country. So I decided to tag along with my parents, who being my parents, fully sponsored my trip. Which is really my 3rd reason.

So off to Ho Chi Minh I went.

It actually is quite a nice city. It reminds me of Bangkok maybe 10-15 years ago, before the huge influx of tourists and expats, before the BTS, before they all started to learn English. There is no doubt that there are places that are obviously set up for tourists, but it isn't as painful. We chose not to stay in town, District 1, and booked a hotel that is (duh) out of it. My mother kept lamenting about that fact that we should have gotten a hotel that is in town and while that would have been much more convenient as almost all of the places we wanted to visit were in District 1, we wouldn't have had to chance to eat the very fresh and succulent mussels and clams, the Vietnamese cendol, or visit the market.

So as you can see, it was another food-filled trip.

Which really, should fill every one.





The REALLY good buffet

 



I love cendol!