But “36,” was not easy to find, as should be, because the whole street seemed to be a “36” at an alley corner and, walking into it, an apartment building. Very old and almost dilapidated. I saw a hair salon at the ground floor and walked up the spiral stairs to its fourth or fifth floor, as high as I could go. Was Kaiko, a regular of Hotel Majestic, really staying here for his last visit to Sài Gòn? Kaiko also writes about a noodle shop “聯光酒店” at Pasteur which he seemed to visit frequently. I couldn’t find it.
And walking down the street, I heard someone speaking
to me from behind. “Do you speak English?” I turned around and answered, “I do.”
The man, a Westerner, said, “I lost my bag two days ago…” I remembered reading an
article about “Western beggars” and said, “Go to the police.” “Thank you and
have a nice day.”
I went back to the Gingko shop and bought three
T-shirts. Walking toward the hotel, I thought about having lunch at the Market
but I didn’t, finding a family of rats, busy and voracious there.
Back at the hotel, I read some pages. I took a shower. Out for dinner of seafood spaghetti and lime juice at Café Lamenda, very near the hotel.
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