4/19 Resistance

I'm still resisting Saigon.  Resisting its kind vendors, sales people, shop keepers, hotel clerks, ILA staff.  It's fastidiously clean streets and beautiful parks.  It's deeply respectful people and strangely beautiful culture.  It's weird opera and funny pop music.  It's bouncy and argumentative language.  Still resisting its generosity.  One thing is for sure though, I have not resisted its cheap and abundant pedicures;).  The pho and motorbikes do make me smile.  And the skyline at night is stunningly clear and beautiful.  Maybe the resistance is waning ... maybe phase four of culture shock has arrived;).