Getting to Ho Chi Minh was quite the affair. On our way to the airport, our diver told us that there was a big typhoon to the north of us and another one on the way. We had no idea this was happening and wondered if this would effect Lauren and Chiara’s flights back to Hanoi and NYC. When we checked in for our flights, we saw that nothing was delayed or cancelled…yet. Then slowly but surely flights started getting delayed and none of us ended up leaving until after midnight.
Once I arrived in Ho Chi Minh, it was roughly 2am and I was exhausted. I was hoping to take the public bus to my hostel, but of course that wasn’t running at 2am. I hopped in a cab and the driver made his way through the empty streets of the city. Many streets in Vietnam are too narrow for cars to go down, so I hopped out when we were close to the hostel and walked the rest of the way. I rang the doorbell and was greeted by a very sleepy young man who then told me they had put me in a different room in their sister hostel. Partially confused and also just wanting sleep, I said ok and hopped on the back of his motorbike with all of my bags. Thankfully only a 1 minute drive away, we arrived and I had an entire room to myself. By 3:30am I was finally able to go to sleep.
