A few min walk…again
It was sometime last week….that walking was back again. I parked my bike in Sheraton and Saturday mid morning in the thanh pho was a bit cooler lately. I caught the bus again….a feeling of ease…..finally its like the world is slowing down when for once you dont have to worry about traffic. I got to walk from bus stop again to Dong Du, with my ipod headphone on….and those staring looks from the bus passengers and the bikers on the busy Nam Ky Khoi Nghia. Maybe they will never get it the feeling almost liberated.
My friend admits it’s difficult to get up early since he’s living in the city but once in a while when you do have a chance…it’s the best time in this hectic and polluted town around 6am. I simply think it’s rare to walk around in the city….people would almost gaze at you like strangers from another country.
Recently well….actually it’s nearly 2 years living at home that I feel a bit choked…choked of my own body mass, the kind of progressive establishment that was somewhat unexpected but Im too helpless too scared and lazy to do anything about it. I joked once with my best pal about association of myself and a sausage. Consequently, I ended up giving away more than 100 pairs of good quality jeans, well at least they are in good hands.
The pavement of HCMC is a joke…well not to mention lately they have been invaded by almost every vehicle in each city trying to get over the disrupted and prolonged construction area on the streets, I dont think the pavement’s foundation can take it. I know this…. my xe om rider does it all the time.
Time to one self is a good thing. Strongly encourage those who have not done so to give it a try. I know a dude who cant stand being alone. I used to have a bit more time to just wander around D1 in the weekend….looking at shops and acting ‘me’, always end up getting mistaken for some foreigners shopping around the tourist area.
It’s the walking time that makes you wonder..you wish you had more time to be sane again….to just forget everything and just walk….and hoping that my sausage thigh later wont get hurt….until then….walking seems to be a pleasant treasure….hard to find.
Some of what walking with a camera can do to you….some ok photos.
