The evening we arrived Saigon international airport, we were travel weary and physically exhausted. We had Just arrived from Myannar after 2 weeks of steady teaching, speaking and in general being available.
Maybe we were for all intent and purposes punchy but here is where it got ridiculous.
There would be someone to meet us at the airport.
Shuffling through long lines of fellow beleaguereds travellers, we exited the Air conditioned Building
into a blast of hot sweltering Vietnamese night. Soon enough a young girl , looking about 10 years old in size and enthusiasm greeted us.
She was the Pastors daughter and was there with her father who recognized Jim.
Little Miss, as I now refer to her directed us into the taxi. I could tell immediately this little miss was a talker and a long string of indiscernible words vaguely sounding like English went un responded to for a few long moments.
Then we heard it, loud and clear.
" Do you like nightlife.?"
By this tine we had left far behind bright lights of the airport and found ourselves in dark seedy business neighbourhoods , and we are needing a hotel soon.
Again, Little Miss, not letting us off the hook Asked again, " do you like nightlife?
Jim and I looked at each other quizzed and puzzled. That impish little expression and innocence had us .
As we traveled on through ambiguity and dim lit streets , our minds were as dull.
Hopelessly. Listening for clues, I couldn't bear her to go without an answer.
Jim cautiously, managed something that could be neuter , but I spoke up in volume
" a little" .we like nightlife a little".
Moments later she pointed out a coffee cafe and shops open late, as we passed a dark corner where women of the evening put on a fashion show in mini skirts and cigarette heels.
2 weeks later , the evening before leaving aug 3 we did enjoy nightlife at a beautiful romantic Ciao Bella . What an exquisite surprise my Beloved had made for us.
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