November 21, 2023 to November 25, 2023
Four nights in Saigon
Dear little friends,
We planned for four nights in Saigon and contemplated adding another if we wanted to. This is because we know it takes several days to get ourselves un-discombobulated, to get whatever sleep we can in the post jet-lag fuzz of time confusion, to get ourselves out during the morning to do things and be back in the air-con by noon, to assemble our bikes slowly and carefully.
It was a pretty good plan.
Saigon is an enormous city, maybe even a mega-city. We saw only a tiny fraction of it. The morning after visiting the War Remnants Museum we took a walk through the park to see the Notre Dame Cathedral but when we got there it was covered in scaffolding and it looks like this renovation is going to take a looooooong time. And apparently it’s been going on a long time already because there are vines growing up the scaffolding. Of course, this is the tropics and those vines may only be ten hours old. It seems like they are renovating the inside too.
But right next door is the old Post Office, and tour buses, tourists, souvenir vendors, a lot of activity. The Post Office is beautiful, with the original curved wooden counters and benches, the telephone booths, the tiled floor, the arched ceiling and fancy light fixtures.
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Bike assembly was going smoothly. Our hotel room was spacious enough for each of us to have an assembly area and a place for the bikes to stand. We put the racks and such on, with plenty of time and coolness to do a thorough, unrushed job. One of the last accessories was Bruce’s bike computer. While we were testing it we realized the front disk rotor was not right. Dang.
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So I mapped out the way to a promising looking bike shop about a mile away. There are always bike shops but most of them just have a raft of plastic looking bikes for children, you want to find the ones with repair stands and a lot of good lookin’ bikes in the inventory. The one we found was a Trek dealer and had good reviews.
Mind you, we have seen precious few serious cyclists in Saigon, unfortunately. Like, zero. Maybe one or two. A few old people/vendors on ancient one-speeds. All over the place the city had blue-and-white bike share bikes lined up forlornly but not once did we see anybody riding one. That seemed ominous.
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We rolled the bikes out of the elevator, one at a time. The bellhop guys swarmed us like butterflies, trying to carry them down to the sidewalk for us, and checking them out carefully. One of them did not care for the angle of my weird Bike Friday fender and tried to fix that but it’s hopeless. It’s a weird fender and there’s no satisfaction trying to straighten it out. We were a little anxious about our shakedown ride to the bike shop but it all worked out fine and we got to experience “bloodstream riding” where you find your place in the stream of motorbikes, be alert for sudden obstacles, AND try to at least glance at your surroundings occasionally. Our new bikes are a dream to ride.
Mr. Biker Saigon assessed that rotor like a surgeon, got his rotor straightening tool out, and set to. He spent a good 15 minutes listening and watching the wheel rotate, crimped the rotor here and there, this way and that. And then the wheel spun free. He would not accept payment.
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Yes. We wrote up glowing Google reviews to add to his collection.
There were walks around to find a bank to change money, a visit to the market where I picked up a little bag to put my phone in when I’m walking around finding banks to change money at. It’s really really hot and humid and I just keep washing things and hanging them up to dry. But in the evening it does cool down and we find a little dinner somewhere and then call it a night.
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But Saigon does NOT call it a night, Friday evening saw every sidewalk parked with motorbikes three deep and people shopping and eating and looking pretty glamorous. It’s a really big city, thronged with people and traffic. We didn’t see very much of it but every block is a microcosm, with surprising tiny alleyways, a woman selling bananas in front of a glitzy fashion store, women in a lot of makeup and skimpy evening wear, guys hanging out on tiny plastic chairs with their pals, the honking, the movement at your elbow, the swivel of your head to see if a motorbike is going to shoot out of an alley or up onto the sidewalk and honk at you in annoyance for blocking THEIR sidewalk.
It’s exciting but exhausting and there was nothing to do for it but retreat to our room, close the door on the chaos, get our stuff washed and packed and a map out of the city ready to follow in the morning. Four nights was enough. Every night we each sleep a little longer and better, on our comfy bed in the cool air, 8 floors above the hum down on the street. We did well. But it’s time to get outta this place.
Today's ride: 1 mile (2 km)
Total: 1 mile (2 km)
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