Faces of Vietnam. Part 1.

I have only been to Vietnam once and I didn’t know what to expect.

As I was driven in from the airport into the maelstrom that is Ho Chi Minh city traffic I was doubting I would like it very much. It was chaotic, it was polluted, it was so totally foreign to my preferred ‘norms’. I was only there for a few days for a conference I reassured myself.

But guess what…

By the end of those ‘few days’ in fact by the end of that day I was beguiled by Vietnam. It’s flavours, it’s colours, it’s culture, it’s history and it’s people. Oh my god it’s people.

Smiling, warm, gracious and giving.

Faces of Vietnam.

It’s likely that you have not been to Vietnam so over a series of posts across the coming days I want to try and represent my love for the country and its people in images. And if you have been then I am sure you won’t mind following along too. Hopefully the photos may bring back some memories of your travels there too.

The locals know something we don't

The locals know something we don’t

Yeah well I definitely don’t love the pollution in the cities. Luckily though verdant and lush forests and rice paddy fields aren’t far away to escape to.

War clothing and relics abound.

War clothing and relics abound.

Vestiges of the Vietnam War are plentiful and history is always told by the victors isn’t it. I will touch on my observations about this in an upcoming post.

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Genuine smiles

I have always had a pretty good ‘smell-a-rat’ radar and the needle didn’t so much as flicker when I was in Vietnam. I met and interacted with genuinely warm, smiling and gentle people.

The next generation

The next generation

I will never probably know how much the children of today are told about the horrors of the past. From my wanders and reconnoitres I saw happy, playful and wide-eyed kids inquisitive and cheeky towards foreigners. Their innocence and happiness was the highlight of my trip.

Next Post. 

Faces of Vietnam. Part 2.

About Saxon

I'm passionate about travelling, music, photography, blogging, 'Social Anthropology' (the posh term for people-watching) and creating content. I travel to learn and observe to understand. My dream day would look something like this.... A bottle of red (or two), fresh baguette (or two) & wedge of Camembert (or two), a balmy Paris September eve spent people-watching in fine company on the banks of the Canal St Martin.

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