Road From Saigon Memories Of Vietnam
The Road From Saigon Memories Of Vietnam CLICK HERE TO CONVERT FREE PLR ARTICLES INTO 100% UNIQUE CONTENT I forget why I was in Saigon. I imagine it was to see some girl I’d met before I was posted to Baria. I must have stayed overnight and had to get back that evening to be ready for duty the next day. It was too late to get a flight so I did the obvious thing and took a taxi. There were cars with chauffeurs one could hire. Big powerful American cars. There were French cars with seats for eight or ten people where one could buy a place. But I had only been in the country a month or two and I didn’t know this. So I took a Saigon taxi, a venerable old Renault 4cv. The driver had vaguely heard of Vungtau and as I offered a lot of money he agreed to take me. All went well down the Bien Hoa highway. It had theoreticaly three lanes in either direction. Or at least I think it did because in practise the concept of lanes was alien to the Vietnamese mind. Let’s just say that there were two