So, we hear there's been floods in Vietnam. Well, we were caught up in one in Saigon but our's was much more minuscule and vastly more enjoyable. As the water came down and the levels on the street rose, we decided not to leave our nice little enclave and have another drink.
At the Franco-Viet bar we practiced our language skills and met a nice array of people. Together we whittled away the hours, lifting our footwear in unison as the cars', motos ' and cyclo rickshaws' bow waves came up the patio. Five hours came and went. The water had disappeared as if never there and we strolled back to our guesthouse full of the delights of Saigon.
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