Hai Au (Seagull)

These bikes may take you to hell!

by kokoryko

These bikes may take you to 7th heaven (your problem!) or. . . hell (your problem, again!)!
”Transportation”, “Warning and dangers”, Nightlife”, “Local customs”. . . a bit of all . . . . The girls in the bars look much more sympathetic than these bike drivers who accost you at night and propose to take you to some massage parlours or whatever with “special service”. The problem is that there are customers! And so, they think that every “white” foreigner walking in the streets is a potential customer. . . . . Send them off, they are one of the real plagues of humanity: pimps! Or go-between for pimps and their business! They didn’t like when they noticed I made pictures. . . . .
So, be careful, or even throw stones at them!

Funny street sellers

by kokoryko

When I was looking for the entrance of the whale temple, this lady waved to me, showing me what she had to sell, and wanted to sell me maps or sunglasses; I was not interested, as I already had what I needed and was about to leave her when she pulled on the sleeve of my shirt and with a somehow naughty glimpse in her eyes, she took a few DVD’s from under a cloth she had on her small stall. . . . she wanted to sell me naughty movies. . . . . She looked so. . . .”local”, I was really surprised, and had to smile brightly, and even laugh: I “punish” her with these two pictures she was not fond I take of her! Well, she is a bit hidden, but her expression is there. . . . . just funny. . . I guess there are a lot of these ladies in the streets of Vung Tau.
Notice, this could be a local custom, not only for what she sells, but notice: she in fact hides from the sun, as she even wears gloves; even her hands should not get tan, and so she does also for her face.

Vung Tau

by betska

"Vung Tau Harbour"

We came to Vung Tau because one of my cousins came here in the Vietnam war in the 60's. I think it was an R & R spot. There certainly seems to be an expat. community here, with Kangaroo Bars etc. It is extremely quiet during the week but we were told that it comes alive more so at weekends with Saigonese day trippers.
This was our first experience seeing the Vietnamese fishing boats. I'm not sure what colour blue this is, but all over Vietnam, they use the same colour paint for their boats.

The beach on this side of the harbour is ordinary. Not for swimming.

Lambos are everywhere in the world...

Dinner at a Vietnam oilmen (and women) conference

by kokoryko

"Are these acrobatic dancers performing some centra"

"Russian dance!"

Here, I am sure they dance a Russian dance; the soviet, like others export all what they can . . . . . .

"Vietnamese song?"

I am not sure the singers are singing a Vietnamese song. . .

"Wow!"

I must confess naughty thoughts flashed through my brain. . . . even she had a nice voice (or was it because of her voice?)

""Folkloric dance"

Seriously, I am not fond of “folkloric dances” and that sort of things, but I must admit there is some elegance here. . . . .

"A bunch of multicoloured singers. . ."

"Good mood!"

Ah blue ladies and white guys; there was good mood at the end of the show. . . . it was fun, and I even “adapted” in some way; but, I am still not convinced I will enrol voluntarily to certain big meets elsewhere. . . .

"Too late for the speech. . . ha ha"

There were speeches to be told, before, during and after dinner and show. . . .At a point, after the “official dinner” I was about to play the “French Diva” not wanting to tell a few words; I do not know if the lady was admiring or scared, but the guys looked scared. . . . .