All along Vung Tau’s main drag there were plenty of reverie-inspiring vantage points, and it was hard not to find a view of the ocean.
A motley brigade of school children loose on a side street in Vung Tau. Shy and demure, they were too young to know about flashing the peace sign — a refreshing relief — but curious enough to stand still for the camera.
A week in Vung Tau is a great way to get away from the 24/7 thrum of Saigon: cheap meals by the ocean, a quaint seaside feel, reasonable rooms, a decent beach, winding roads, a gondola, great banh khot, and a giant statue of Jesus (that rivals the one in Rio). You know, the simple things.
All day, every day, thousands of cars, motorbikes, and pedestrians cross the Nha Be River on ferries. I crossed with a motorbike on my way to Vung Tau, a coastal resort town south of Saigon. In an idling pack of motorbikes at the terminal waiting for the next ferry to unload, riders have plenty of refreshments to choose from: pineapples, banh mi, fresh-pressed sugar cane juice — just don’t get stuck mid-transaction when the light turns green, the gates open, and the idling pack pushes forward: there’s no sympathy for the famished.