Quite a few
tanks were left over from the war. Everyone was very friendly especially
to a traveling American. There were always lots of smiles and excited
talking in fast paced Vietnamese when I stopped to talk with the
taxi - an old white French Peugeot - meant refueling every so often.
This was a typical gas station - a bottle of gas propped up by a
lonely chair or table by the side of the road.
of Saigon were always chaotic with crowds of people and exotic smells
and sounds. It was great fun wandering through the open air stalls.
All of the
temples in Vietnam were ornately decorated. A sense of calmness
was present once you stepped inside even with the city' hustle and