Category: saigon

but not in an 80s, sparkly glove kinda way. In a freakazoid, germaphobe kinda way. That’s right, I have been traipsing around Saigon in… a mask. I am one of those people. It’s not for shielding my delicate skin from the sun, which is why most Vietnamese women choose to wear masks. It is because the air here is 20% oxygen, 14% glue, 60% gasoline, and 27% kryptonite. It hurts to breathe. It hurts to be anywhere near a door. And, actually, I have been meeting heaps more men this way! I have a date with Mohammed tonight and another hottie, Hadi bin Abu Musab, tomorrow.