This line is taken from a childhood friend’s poem which rings true for most of the people I know in Saigon. We may be residents now, but we are all just passing through. I can now cross the street of Saigon with the zigzagging of motorbikes but not too confident enough to try it every time I go out. We’re not tourists but we’re in the in between. We’re not THE outsiders but nor are we in the know. For me, it’s like living in the border of Manila and Saigon, had both been linked together — and not actually oceans apart.
I actually enjoy being in the middle. For every waking moment spent in Saigon is like being immersed in wonder and in the unexpected.
Having said that, this beautiful room (photo above) will soon be unoccupied, as my friend will be leaving our lovely and vibrant city soon. It’s a 1 bedroom, 1 toilet and bath in Pasteur St., District 1. It’s a 3-minute walk to the picturesque Notre Dame Church from this apartment. Drop me a line if you’re interested. Better yet, email me at firstname.lastname@example.org.