Disclaimer: This blog is being typed in the afternoon of our first day in Ho Chi Minh City, but will not post until tomorrow morning. If I do this right.
The view from our hotel window early in the morning (if you define “early” as prior to 8:00 a.m.)
After a lazy start to the morning, we dressed and went downstairs to the restaurant for a brunch – typically American, really, because we weren’t sure what the Vietnamese words meant, so we had club sandwiches with ice tea and juice. Then we wandered out to the streets, more literally than we had anticipated
We walked until we grew weary and that walk will be shown in more detail after I get back home – for now we share a brief look at the day. We saw the magic sign that said “massage” and followed the arrow. Following the arrow led to an $8 head-to-toe massage. The scalp massage, the face massage, the temples, the neck, then a lovely cooling cucumber mask, which made us beautiful (but did little for the makeup we had so carefully applied before we left the hotel) while the little Vietnamese girls with the soft lilting voices moved to our feet and our legs and, after leaving us to marinate in their magic oils for awhile while Christmas carols lulled us in the background, moved on to the arms, then rolled us over and did our backs, our shoulders – the whole body thing – with lovely oils, followed by a little rubdown with hot towels, followed by hot stones rubbed over the back and then placed along the spine. Kat got the feisty masseuse, the one who walked on her back and giggled. Apparently my masseuse was not so sure walking on me was the thing to do – and I appreciate that – because I got the massage with hands and stones as she straddled my body. Beat that, American masseuses – for $8!
And now it is time to go meet our Gep at the airport.