The earlier days of solo backpacking years (2011/2012) brought me to and these streets was quaint yet vibrant, always, at that point of time. I reached Bui Vien yesterday night knowing time will consume alot of changes, people and places, like in any tourist spot, anywhere.
So I dived in the heat zone and walked with my single intention in mind: Grab a booze, embrace the situation and ordered a platter of seafood. I usually go to my sweet spot that I found years ago and stick to it. I coined it the 'seafood carpark shop' (as literally it was technically inside a closed carpark) I walked passed and in awe, the lady and his man recognizes me? After 5 long bloody years...how possible that I'm that prominent? Had dreads back then. No lip ring now...but the lady gave a big bright smile and recognizes me!???? Honest to God, took me a good 2 mins and laugh it out...it feels that damn good after such long years...time eats up these street with banging clubs and neon signages but their cozy little seafood shop, still remains the same (ok, expansion by 2m sideways? Progression guys...wohooo! 🍻💪
Then, I was ushered to those little red small chairs (typical Viet side road eating style!) and ordered bootles of booze and bunch of shells (beer snacks) Damaged $10-25 in grand total. 6 diff shells plus 5 bottles of Saigon. Freshness: crazy same ol good shit level!
I guess when the late RIP Anthony Bourdain came to and left a very strong footprint of friendships and food, it's truly believable that food brings and unite people together. Near and far. Timeless. I am very glad that these power couple still recognizes me!!? Haha. Well, here I am... Welcome back to Saigon, backpack prince. Let's rawk and roll, Vietnam style! 💖👑