Emotional Turmoil After Vietnam Trip: Unsettling Memories and Reflections
Upon arriving in Hanoi, it was already late. The onset of night usually brings a sense of fear, as it means that the wanderer has no place to belong, but this time was different; I had booked my accommodation in advance.
Looking at the motorcycles speeding through the streets and the unfamiliar Vietnamese script, I carefully made my way along the narrow sidewalks, feeling as if I had entered another world!
The prices in Hanoi were so cheap that I could enter any restaurant without hesitation. My accommodation was surrounded by a local market and various fast-food restaurants. After four days, I didn’t find any bustling places, so I flew to Ho Chi Minh City.
In Ho Chi Minh City, I stayed on the famous Pham Ngu Lao Street. Tempted by the streetwalkers, I was pulled into a small alley, but due to health reasons, nothing happened. My desire turned into a need for emotional comfort.
It was the first time in my life that I was arm-in-arm with a petite, sexy woman (a streetwalker), who spoke softly to me. I developed feelings for her and even tried to use the money she “earned lying down” to ask her to go shopping with me, but it didn’t work out; they only wanted to earn money by lying down, not by walking around.
Feeling bored, I had an idea and found a private tour guide. These beautiful women, who would normally never give me a second glance, now actively fawned over me, held my hand to cross the street, served me food, and poured me drinks… All I had to do was pay.
You should know that the beautiful women in my hard drive are all from other people’s cameras, but today, I could take pictures of these goddesses, such as college students and attractive history teachers, because today, I was the boss.
Beautiful moments always pass quickly, and the day went by in a flash, filled with joy and satisfaction.
If I hadn’t experienced the private tour guides, this trip would have been unremarkable, with nothing memorable. But now, I often develop feelings for “them.”
There was the colleague who flirted with me on my phone, the college student working part-time during the summer who said goodbye to me for the first time, the petite and seductive streetwalker who clung to my wrist, and the goddess-like teacher and tour guide who accompanied me shopping and drinking…
Travel is a brief respite from the pressures of life, which ultimately revolves around daily necessities. After some time, everything becomes a memory.
Those who once promised “what will happen in the future” are often the ones who forget their promises the fastest.
