It might be easier to say what this blog isn’t.
This is not a blog about my hopes and aspirations; this is not a dream journal. You won’t find recommendations for restaurants, attractions, bars or accommodation; this is not a travel blog.
I’m an ex-pat living and working in Ho Chi Minh City so I can’t give you the usual backpacker tales of drunken injuries and random sexual encounters – which would be fun and all but I have to get up for work in the morning.
The truth is, I live very ordinary life in an astonishing city. Every day I encounter something or someone that stops me in my tracks and I feel compelled to write about it, and try to understand it.
This is the very definition of an impossible task; to capture the strange, the beautiful and the unique facets of Ho Chi Minh City (formerly Sai Gon). Everything that I write is entirely my own opinion, which might be misinformed, misguided or just plain wrong, but is my particular take on my adoptive city. In my hubris I’m going to try to explain the baffling and define the unfathomable.
Am I going to fail? Oh, yes – most assuredly.