After a breakfast of bread and strong coffee, we hopped on a bus and headed across town and then got in a motorboat in order to navigate the floating market out on the Mekong river. As advertising for what was for sale on each boat, fruits and vegetables were stuck on poles like shishkabobs (pardon the spelling). We went up and down some side tributaries and water ways, under low bridges, through a lot of green. We stopped at one point and got out to admire the flora and then again later on for the fauna. One place had water snakes, turtles and monkeys. I sat in a hammock there for quite a while, eating a plate full of longas, which are mucus-like fruits that taste just wonderful. From there we took the boat back to the bus. For lunch I had sauteed frog with curry. On the road once again, we picked up 21 other tourists, mostly Vietnamese from Ho Chi Minh City. I chatted with the guy next to me, a 23-year-old named Dien (minus a few jots and tittles). He recently graduated with a degree in information technology. He asked what I was doing and I told him about World Relief and the things I am doing and when I told him part of it had to do with a website, his face lit up and he repeated the word and tacked an exclamation point at the end. At a rest stop he bought me ice cream. Good guy, Dien. He said if I come back he will show me around. We arrived in Ho Chi Minh City at about 6.30pm. Hustle and bustle are descriptive of the city, and particularly the backpackers area. I have definitely detected a little something in the locals I will call the Saigon Swagger. I ignored a woman offering us accomodation and she shoved me from behind. Disheartening at first, but no hard feelings. An employee at a hotel we had found on the internet showed us a room with a double bed and told us that there were no rooms with two twin beds available, so we said we would look elsewhere, at which point a room with two twin beds suddenly became a lot less scarce. We will be staying here for three nights. Dinner at Kim Cafe was satisfactory. A map on the wall showed Vietnam in the middle and the USA small and off to the side. Fanmail lined the walls: letters of appreciation from people all around the world, some offering for Kim to come stay with them in Ohio or Japan or wherever they were from. We checked out some shops with $1 CDs and $2 t-shirts. I am now in an internet cafe with a subpar keyboard that won’t let me capitalize the letter t, and doesn’t recognize the question mark.