After I made it past the door man with my iPad in my backpack, I set out to explore my new neighborhood. Eventually I found what I was looking for on Bui Vien street behind my hotel: a backpacker neighborhood. You know you’re in the right place when you see folks...
Vietnam
Ho Chi Minh City, Part 1: The Crush
The immigration window at Ho Chi Minh airport was staffed by silent Vietnamese officials with stiff posture and stern expressions. I held my breath when I showed the letter of invitation I’d bought online from a visa service to a man with machete-like cheekbones.