Discovering the Hidden Gems: Impressions of Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam

I am deeply compelled to pen down my thoughts to resist the fading of my memories of Vietnam. Most of my time was spent in the bustling and vibrant Ho Chi Minh City.

The city center, particularly Pham Ngu Lao Street, is a captivating blend of neon lights and towering skyscrapers. The streets are alive with a constant stream of motorbikes, the pervasive scent of gasoline, and the slightly gritty, unpolished charm of the urban landscape.

Yet, the most enchanting aspect is the dynamic and lively atmosphere that thrives amidst the city’s economic prosperity and rapid growth. Here, people exude a relaxed and joyous spirit, fully embracing life with an infectious vitality. You can find locals sitting outdoors at cafes, engaged in leisurely conversations even at 11 PM.

The streets are adorned with colorful graffiti, reflecting the freedom and boldness of the residents. Small geckos might unexpectedly peek out from hidden corners, and spontaneous singing and dancing break out on the streets at night, adding to the city’s vibrant energy.

We also explored some of the less affluent areas, which, as someone once said, evoke a sense of nostalgia, reminiscent of China around the turn of the century. The dreamy, nostalgic vibe tugs at the heart, like a cherished memory from a bygone era. The people we met were incredibly friendly and warm-hearted.

Contrary to some online reports, I did not encounter any anti-Chinese sentiment. Instead, they were quick to warn me when the chair I was sitting on was about to tip over, noticed that my motorcycle helmet was loose and stopped to help fix it, reminding me to “be careful,” and enthusiastically giving us directions with genuine warmth.

One night, we wandered into a cafe at 3 or 4 AM, and there, we discovered a quieter, more serene side of the city. In that moment, I simply sat and watched, lost in thought. By 7 or 8 AM, like millions of other ordinary people, the locals hopped onto their motorbikes, heading to work and school. This scene shattered some of the stereotypes I had about Vietnam. In many ways, we are all the same; it turns out they live their lives much like we do.

The houses in Vietnam, narrow and tall, are a unique architectural feature, designed based on the width of the road they occupy. This results in a variety of distinctive house types, painted in a palette of yellow, green, and blue, creating a visually striking and non-monotonous landscape. There is a special kind of beauty in this diversity. Closing my eyes, the memories of Vietnam that linger in my mind are a kaleidoscope of colors and experiences.