Saigon: Where Americans don’t get stared at
Leaving Hanoi, we hopped rides on the back of a pair of motos whose ambitious drivers careened around slower vehicles, in a race against time to get us to the train station. We boarded our 30-hour train bound for the bottom end of the country, prepared for a 2 night and 1 day excursion down… Read More Saigon: Where Americans don’t get stared at




