The next morning, December 20, Anna and I said goodbye to Sarah and Jenny and we left Bangkok for Ho Chi Minh City. I was going to leave Bangkok on the 21nd, but Eliza and Molly were leaving a day earlier from Vietnam and I wanted to see them before they left. Anna and I were craving mango sticky rice and luckily the Bangkok airport anticipated this as it was sold in almost every store. Full of pad thai, carrying Thai iced tea and mango sticky rice, bags bursting at the seams with scarves, lanterns, and embroidered cloth from Chiang Mai and jewelry and clothes from Khao San Road, I was ready to go back to Vietnam.
Once Anna and I landed, we went back to the SIT office and had coffee with our professor, Co Thanh. We told her about our travels and she discussed her plans for the program this coming spring. It is strange to think that she does everything again with an entirely different group of students each semester. Anna and I wandered downtown into District 1 and looked at all the Christmas decorations on the fancy stores. We went up to the bar of the Caravelle Hotel because I knew they had an outdoor terrace where we could watch the sunset over Ho Chi Minh City. Both of us were ready to go home and see our families, but now that we were at the end of our trip, we could not believe it was actually over. We walked to get sticky rice for dinner and then went back to the guest house (where we had first stayed) to get our luggage that we had stored there for the afternoon.
Walking back, I was exclaiming how good I was at crossing the street in the insane traffic. It was especially crazy because it seemed like every single person in Vietnam was driving around to take pictures with every single holiday light display. "I'm not even afraid anymore. See I've finally gotten the hang of just walking straight through traffic and I'm not even worrying!" Literally, two minutes later I was hit for the first time by a motorbike as a woman was stopping. I was completely fine and just walked away (after saying "xin loi" (pronounced sin loy), sorry in Vietnamese, to the driver), which shows #1 that I did absorb the standard Vietnamese calm reaction to traumatic events and #2 it is still difficult to cross the road in HCMC. You just have to hold your breath and hope for the best. Looking both ways might also be a good idea.
Anna and I said goodbye as she got into a taxi to take her to a relative's house and I got in a taxi to go to my host family's apartment. My host family was kind enough to let me stay with them for my last two nights in Vietnam. I had tried to keep my host sister updated throughout my travels and was excited to see her again and hear about her new job. On Dec. 21, I reconnected with Eliza and Molly and we spent the day at Saigon Square buying gifts and catching up. We parted ways that evening and I spent the next day riding motorbike and baking cookies with my host sister for her English club's holiday party.
My two backpacks and one rolling suitcase were stuffed to the max as I arrived at the HCMC airport for the last time. With promises to stay in touch, I said goodbye to my host mother and sister. Sarah was on my flight to Tokyo so we said our goodbyes in Japan. 16 hours of flying later, I was greeted by my Dad and brother in the JFK airport. And after sleeping for almost fifteen hours straight, once I arrived home, I was ready to celebrate the holidays. Winter break flew by and before I knew it, I was back at Barnard. I have loved reconnecting with all of my friends, starting a new internship, and taking new classes, but there are always moments in the day where I will stop and think about what the new SIT group is doing in Vietnam and reminisce about my time there.
Things I miss about Vietnam:
50 cent bubble tea
20,000 dong to the U.S. Dollar
Passion fruits, mangos, custard apples, mangosteens
Sticky rice
My host family
The open food markets
Phở |
The Lunch Lady's soups in HCMC |
Bun Bo Hue |
Learning about the culture
Living in a different city every week
Attempting to speak Vietnamese
Using chopsticks at every meal
Living out of a suitcase (somedays I miss that)
My host mother's Mooncakes (and all her cooking)! (Photo courtesy of Sarah) |
Riding motorbike
The scenery
Vietnamese coffee
Fresh seafood
The freedom and ability to travel all around
Banana flower salad
The beaches
All the people I met
Preparing for Vietnam's Monsoons haha (Photo courtesy of Jenny) |
These people |
And especially these people and this place. (Photo courtesy of Libie) |
Thank you to everyone who has been following my blog! It has been fun writing about my adventures and sharing my experiences with you.
Until the next trip,
Helenka