More Pictures from Saigon, I mean, Ho Chi Minh City

Let's start with more babies on bikes...

This kid is straight gangster!

Don't you love that his parents invested in a mask to block the smog, but somehow forgot to buy little Ho Chi a helmet?

This baby is seasoned. He/she can drink and cruise at the same time.

Observe the following picture for insight regarding the safety situation...


On highways like this one, the road is split into car and bike lanes, somewhat lessening the damage done to a helmet-less communist.

Also, the bikes only go about 40 km/h, so the odds of crushing your skull are far less than the idiots with Kawasaki Ninjas on the 401.


A cute tour guide displays the present given to Americans entering her grandparents' house during the war.

(Where are the Canada-Vietnam marriage agencies when you need them?)


At the shooting range, these Russians spent over $500 shooting every gun imaginable.


Drinking coconuts with straws. Yeah, I know how to rough it sometimes.


Mmm, a fruit that looks like a monkey heart that's been out in the sun. I was actually happy that it tasted so bad. This way, I'll never have to see it at home.


We're geniuses. We put our hands in water tanks with fish and turtles that may or may not know that they're about to be eaten.


Prime waterfront real estate on the Delta...


... just a few hundred meters away, someone is getting rich!


Back in the city, this is where the heroes of the American press corps experienced the Vietnam War -- the Rex Hotel.

The four-star hotel district was by far the nicest part of Ho Chi Minh City.

For those travellers who want the true experience. Hehe.


All the tallest buildings in the city are new hotels, so...


The best view of the city I had was from the window of my room.

Actually, the view from the airplane was extraordinary. I don't know why the hell I didn't take pictures. All the buildings packed together in communist shades of green and pink and blue, pierced only by the Saigon River that doesn't look so dirty from a thousand feet up... Damn it, damn it, damn it.


From the top of the old South Vietnam Presidential house.

"Let's get the hell out of here, Quislings!"


Mmm, propaganda.

Notice the date? The end of WW2, when the Nazi-sympathizer French homies got "Declaration of Independence'd" by Ho Chi and the crew in Hanoi.

It took 30 years to kick out all the culturially-superior French and militarily-superior Americans.

And then it was 30 years of communist bureaucracy and nitpicking, BUT NOW IT'S TIME TO...


...get our flag on...


... and make some @#&$ing money so we can afford a pool!!!

Because let's face it. What's life really about?

Pools, dummy.