Gone but not forgotten

Dear Blog, you are not fogotten. I am away on honeymoon. I'm bursting at the seems with pictures and witty quips about 1) Wedding Day and 2) Hoi An (current location) -- however that'll have to wait until later this week -- and so will you. Sleep well.

Economies of scale

Previously pondering, I perceived a perculiar point pervading the particular price of products in Saigon. The P's? No idea.

Good Value:
Petrol -- Roughly 10,000d a litre.
Cable TV -- 60,000d per month
ADSL connection from 100,000 per month.
New inner tube after a punture -- maximum 50,000d
Puncture repair -- 5000d
Pair of sports shorts from the market -- 50 – 80,000d
Electricity -- $40-$60 a month for house running 2/3 aircon units, normal Vietnamese house bill probably $15-$20.
Mobile Phone -- a top up of 100,000 every 3 to 4 weeks.
Bowl of delicious noodle soup over the road -- 10,000 dong.
Mini Hotel -- $7-$12 a night.
20 odd litres of water -- 18,000d.

Other prices:
Orange juice -- 18,000d
Milk -- 18,000d
Beer at Level 23, The Sheraton -- 70,000d
Box ofKelloggs All Bran -- 91,000d
Sunday buffet lunch at 5 star hotel -- $20+

Therefore:
One carton of heat-treated milk costs two times the price of a hearty chicken noodle soup. A box of cereals is the same price as a basic ADSL connection for one month. Two beers on the balcony at the Sheraton would get you a reasonable room in a Pham Ngu Lao mini hotel. One beer would pay your cable TV for a month. My box of All Bran could pay my mobile phone for a few weeks, or two puncture repairs on the street. A buffet lunch on Sunday at a decent hotel pays your electricity for a month, a carton of orange juice costs the same as over 20 litres of mineral water. 30,000d fills up most bikes (3 litres), the same price as a small toblerone from the supermarket.

This lot costs a total of about 130,000d, equal to a full tank of petrol, a month of cable TV, your dinner, and some change.

Ouch! That's a kilo of apples, a kilo of pears, two grapefruits, a pineapple, a bunch of bananas and a massive bag of tomatoes from the market. Or two pairs of fake Nike shorts.

Can Gio

Can Gio is an island a short distance from HCMC, consisting of mud flats, mangrove and overly agressive monkeys. You can see from the map below (from here) that it's basically the delta of the Saigon River (the green area bottom right).

Access is via a car/motorbike ferry which connects with Nha Be and takes only 10 minutes plus any additional waiting time.

I would recommend doing a trip here without 200 school children, not least because it means the monkeys will have less to grab. Can Gio is not monkey infested, but there is a small nature preserve housing the handbag snatchers and also saltwater crocs. 'Australia Zoo' it isn't -- we climbed off the bus to come under attack from materialistic beasts who were more interested in new mp3 players than bottom scratching, a more natural activity than theft.

I digress, pictures here are from the mud flats at Can Gio.

Uncle Ho

I stumbled over this on Wikipedia. They say this is the official picture of Uncle Ho:

They also say this, which I found quite interesting, but I'm not sure why I find it interesting.

'This image is now in the public domain because its term of copyright has expired in Vietnam. According to copyright laws of the Socialist Republic of Vietnam, all photographs enter the public domain fifty years after they were first published, and all non-photographic works enter the public domain fifty years after the death of the creator'

Find the page here.

Coffee

I can think of a few uses for this powerful drink. It is dripped through black Vietnamese coffee sitting atop condensed, sweetened milk -- in a few minutes I will stir the two together and pour into a bigger glass filled with ice, hence completing the non-literally translated title of the drink - 'Iced coffee with milk'.

Options:

1) Skim off the coffee before it turns radioactive and pour it into the gas tank of your chosen vehicle. You won't be filling up again for a long time.

2) Send off a sample to NASA.

3) Dilute the coffee with some water and save money on those pesky industrial products such as bleach and white spirit. Just the smell will have your emulsion curling from the wall.

4) If you have one of those bullet proof glass windows with two holes through which you extend your arms into accordion style gloves, set up a kind of amateur science lab, maybe mixing different chemicals with the coffee. Who needs semtex anyway?

5) Drink it. Savour the uniqueness of the sweet coffee, and then sit back as the liquid energy rush sweeps through your viens and floats away with your brain.

Spilling Over

For days, nay, weeks, my observation of a Saigon waterway led to two conclusions -- 1)imminent flooding and 2) I really am a boring t**t. Approaching the end of rainy season, the rivers and lakes seem dangerously close to overflowing into nearby cafes and homes, maybe even drains. This is no fun for drivers and residents alike. Seen here is the river level:

And on Tuesday last week, about 50 yards downstream, sure enough, the river spilled its banks.

If you really want to go swimming, a better alternative is one of the fantastic Olympic size pools around town, especially at lunch times. Open at 5am, the mornings are busy. From 11am-2pm (the lunch time session) the pool is deserted. Swim a few unobstructed laps and then lounge around in the shade with a book before going home for a nap - who said a day in HCM involves becoming covered in grit and horn-deaf? The evenings are also not a bad time to go - from 5-8. I go to the Hai Quan swimming pool which is just 2 mins drive from the Sheraton Hotel and the heart of D1 -- all the slobby office expats up there could do with taking a longer lunch and making use of this great facility. It costs 18,000 dong for a swim. Off hand I can think of four other such pools all within easy reach of the city, I'm sure plenty more exist. Apologies for the wonky photo.

Con Dao on Video

Here is my first contribution to You Tube, a video taken whilst driving through the Con Dao interior on a rather wet and windy day. I haven't really heard the audio, but if you hear a couple of shouts from me it's because there were kamikaze chickens darting across the road.