While our two weeks in Vietnam was amazing, there is nothing quite like coming home. One of the highlights of the whole trip was walking through the door to an onslaught of excited kisses and cuddles from the girls. What a greeting, and I really needed it after not seeing their faces for fourteen entire days.
Our trip was pretty relaxed, 8 days in Ho Chi Minh City and 5 days in Phu Quoc Island. I can’t wait to share with you some of the experiences we had but unfortunately I’ll have to wait – last night I realised that we’d left the camera cables and charger in the hotel room. Bummer. The hotel is sending them to us, so for now I’ve only got a couple of pics I snapped on my phone.
Ho Chi Minh City (also called Saigon) was my kind of town. Insanely busy, hot and humid, with something being sold on every street corner. The constant noise of horns blaring in the traffic which is is a streaming chaotic mess of motorbikes, buses and a few cars. Crossing the road is an art form and you have to have your wits about you. Vendors selling street food everywhere, beers for 70c, that magic elixir of Cafe Sua Da – Vietnamese iced coffee made with condensed milk, SO GOOD. I don’t actually drink coffee, but I loved that! We shopped, we walked, we ate, we drank and we soaked it up. And then when it got a bit too much, we relaxed by the pool at our hotel.
We took a step back when we arrived at Phu Quoc Island, which is just off the west coast of Vietnam. We sat by the pool, had meals on the beach, and just did nothing. I feel like my batteries were recharged in those five days. It was awesome to just hang out with my husband – it’s been a long time since we’ve spent several days alone together.
By the end I was ready to come home. Nothing like some time in a developing country to make you realise how lucky you are, how my life is actually the stuff of dreams, and how amazing it is to live in Australia. And when I boarded that plane, I didn’t look back and I thought “OK Mr Pilot, take me home to my babies.”