I am in Vietnam for two weeks and a few days in Saigon. Saigon is one of the mythical cities of photojournalism and war reporting. In my hotel room faded, I listen to "These Boots Are Made for Walking" by Nancy Sinatra (1966), while the fan blades brew a warm, moist air (however, it is only 30 ° C .. . ...). Hu hu Down the hall, I think there Martin Sheen makes a "nervous breackdown" Riding on a dragon's tail.
Huh? What is she talking to me about?
Oh it will ... I know ... It's been ages that bars the Majestic and the Rex is no longer the rendezvous reporters. They are frequented by tourists in shorts, the Lonely Planet in hand, or by ghosts in search of old memories. It's like that, that's life. On the other hand, I'm not too far from Korea and I have my Nikon and I must say that this case of Korea bothers me ...
Frozen Air Con Piglet
SNAFU = "Situation Normal, All Fucked Up"
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