Morning Run in Saigon
A pre-dawn run along the streets of Ho Chi Minh City is something I have not done despite the frequent visits to this city, where is full of surprises. I had an appointment with my father-in-law, Ba Thanh for a morning walk at 5am (6am Singapore time). I was up at 4am, because my alarm is still tuned to Singapore time. I had my lap-top on, and edited some SEA Games pictures rather than falling back into unconsciousness.
We began with a brisk walk around the neighbourhood, and I got to see the locals start their day. The absence of motorbikes allowed me to absorb the sights and sound of a typical pre-dawn scene along the streets. A woman sweeping her doorsteps, another burning incense for a morning prayer, and a young man catching up on sleep with seated on his bike and waiting for his partner. I can imagine the number of engines being cranked to life as the city awakes.
We passed by a market, where meat sellers were already displaying chunks of fresh meat and food carts are spewing steam and the fragrance of hot soup. Time to gear up for next week's In-camp training, and I started running on the second round. Took me about 9 minutes for the 2km route. Not bad, after not running for 1 month.
Now I understand why the locals need an after-lunch siesta, and I probably will have mine this afternoon. I ll be glad to receive some more surprises from this city, something like a crowded 2-storey barbeque restaurant hidden in the narrow streets, or a french style cafe operating out of a wooden villa, with live music to go along.
We began with a brisk walk around the neighbourhood, and I got to see the locals start their day. The absence of motorbikes allowed me to absorb the sights and sound of a typical pre-dawn scene along the streets. A woman sweeping her doorsteps, another burning incense for a morning prayer, and a young man catching up on sleep with seated on his bike and waiting for his partner. I can imagine the number of engines being cranked to life as the city awakes.
We passed by a market, where meat sellers were already displaying chunks of fresh meat and food carts are spewing steam and the fragrance of hot soup. Time to gear up for next week's In-camp training, and I started running on the second round. Took me about 9 minutes for the 2km route. Not bad, after not running for 1 month.
Now I understand why the locals need an after-lunch siesta, and I probably will have mine this afternoon. I ll be glad to receive some more surprises from this city, something like a crowded 2-storey barbeque restaurant hidden in the narrow streets, or a french style cafe operating out of a wooden villa, with live music to go along.




