I lock the apartment gate behind me. Properly masked and keeping my distance from others, I head down the road. It is amazing how exhilarating a walk can be after shutting myself behind locks and bars for days.

The Saigon streets are not completely empty, but I am enjoying this reprieve from the constant honking of motor scooters, cars and trucks that would normally accompany me through the city. After a few months here, I had grudgingly accepted the horns as a central component of the Ho Chi Minh City soundtrack.

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John Knipfing

Managing Director