Everything is strange. Nothing is familiar.
Not even the hotel I stayed at when I was here just three months prior. Not even the taste of the same pho I ate everyday for the past days and the last time I visited. Not the same feeling when I haggled and bought from the same vendor at the night market. Not the same breeze that brushed my face when I sailed Mekong Delta.
That’s the magic of traveling to the same foreign destination – Ho Chi Minh City, that is — twice, thrice in a span of three months. Nothing is ever constant, even when the itinerary is the same.
Because Ho Chi Minh City is a romantic city where the old meets the new – the simplicity and tastiness of the food, the elegance and quirkiness of the structures, and the ornate and modern lifestyle of the Vietnamese.
It’s a strange feeling, really.
It’s like the city – where the old meets the new; I will miss myself at the moment, but really, because I will never be that same person again.
*Wasn’t able to take as much photos since I was traveling with my family who had no patience in waiting for me get the shots I wanted. Huhu. And it’s been a year, but my apologies for only blogging about it now.