This Failed Trip Is Over

Back in Singapore tonight (24th). Feeling better back here irritates me.

 

Day 4 in Saigon

 

About a quarter to noon, I went down (only one floor down) to the reception counter and said, “I’m leaving,” passing the card key to the guy for checking out. He said (probably), “I’m keeping the key for you.” Not understanding what he meant, I simply left the hotel. After a few moments, I realized the guy misunderstood “I’m leaving.” I should have paid for the room service meal of steam rice and pork rib.

 

Not knowing what to do before going to the airport, I spent about an hour on a Nguyen Hue bench. Finally standing up, I went into the same restaurant of Royal Saigon where I had lunch of asparagus and crab soup and spring rolls. I took a seat outside and ordered a cup of “weasel coffee,” but soon regretted when so many mosquitoes started attacking me. I went inside and was there until around 3:30, when I took a Vinasun taxi to the airport.