So I started the morning with the bus worker yelling at me. She was yelling at everybody, but bitchiest to me. I originally thought I tore the ticket wrong, so I gave her another one. More bitchy yelling. Tried explaining that I didn't understand, but oh, man, just more bitchy yelling. I finally figured it out, but refused to pay and kept pretending not to understand. A sweet boy then paid for me. I hate her.
At the orphanage, the kids had school, so I just sat in the classroom with them while they learned. Lunch came around and I helped served. SO many kids.
James from UCLA came by and I had some street vendor food with him. They say to stay away from street vendor food, but as long as it's cooked and you can see how they make it, you should be fine.
The volunteer organization decided to surprise me and have me teach English to disadvantaged kids next door. They gave me a lesson plan and off I went! I had a group of high school students, all of whom thought I was hot. We played Hangman because apparently they enjoyed games. Gave the winners some books and stickers.
The night proved a happy change of ending. We walked down Main Street with the lights still up for xmas. Instead of bowling, we ended up at the Sax N' Art Jazz Club on Le Loi. This cozy club was voted best Jazz Club in HCMC 2004 and 2005 by the Vietnam Economic Times and The Guide Magazine. That night, there was a bomb New Yorker busting out some blues as well!
Sax 'N Art Jazz Club!
I feel Saigon/Vietnamese jazz is more mellow than other cities. It's really focused on the soulfulness of the singer, so you get lost in her voice. Very nice!