Vietnam was amazing. I could have easily spent an entire month there... maybe even longer. We crammed in so much of the country in two weeks, even visiting places my parents had never been to. You see, they grew up when the country was in conflict and they could not venture too far away from civilization for fear of running into guerillas. Well, those guerillas have since become the legitimate government of the Socialist Republic of Vietnam and now the tourism industry is flourishing there.
Vietnam is a socialist state in name only. Although the communist party remains in power, the government is actually more of a one party dictatorship. The people can't choose their leadership, but when it comes to making money, it capitalism all the way.
Well, anyway, I went there with three other people. Megan (of course) and my mom and dad. For Megan and I, it was our first trip there. For my parents, it was their third (or fourth). Bringing them along was a great, because they introduced me to family I had never met. They also told many stories about their past (both family and personal history).
Our trip began with 25 hours of flights. When we arrived in Ho Chi Minh City (Saigon from now on), it was night. Two things immediately struck me as I stepped out of the airport. The first was the heat, an inescapable humid heat that would (with one exception) be omnipresent throughout the trip. The other was the massive crowd of people waiting. From the crowd sprang four people who rushed us into a van. My parents then introduced me to my cousin Trung (who graciously did all the driving for us), my cousin Phuong, her daughter Lan (our unofficial tour guide of Saigon) and Lan's daughter Vy. (Days later, we would meet Trung's wife Hein and their daughter My) Trung took us to our hotel and Lan gave me the near-fatal jackfruit.
The next morning we met my cousin Hai, went to Pho 2000 (where Bill Clinton had breakfast on his Vietnam visit), and explored Saigon. My parents showed us where they used to live. Over the next three days, Saigon became our home base to which we returned from touring elsewhere. We spent a lot of time shopping there and more time eating. We became quickly attached to two restaurants: Pho Hoa Pasteur (best pho in the city, maybe even the whole country) and Bahn Xeo 46A (for lovers of all things fried).
Getting used to traffic there was a lot of fun. The number one mode of transportation was the motorcycle and the city was full of swarms of them. They didn't stop for anything, either. Traffic laws were regarded as good ideas rather than actual laws. It was fun riding Trung's van while he was making a u-turn downtown with bikes speeding all around him. As a pediastian, if you had to cross the street, it would be useless to wait for an opening. Darting as fast as you can would be deadly. You just had to step into the road and cross slowly and deliberately as motorcycles swerved around you.
Later on our trip, Lan gave Megan and I each a nighttime tour of Saigon from the back of her bike. We both agreed that it was, by far, the best way to see the city.