Hi, I’m Fito Thinh. Saigon often introduces itself through sound: motorbikes passing, spoons touching bowls, vendors calling to regular customers, and meat sizzling over charcoal.
Then come the aromas. Grilled pork, fresh herbs, strong coffee, warm bread, garlic, fish sauce, and sweet coconut drift through the streets. For me, this is where the city begins to feel personal.
Ho Chi Minh City welcomes you with movement. Motorbikes flow through busy intersections. Coffee shops fill early. Street-food stalls stay active long…
Hi, I’m Fito Thinh. Before visiting Ho Chi Minh City, you do not need to memorize a long list of cultural rules.…
The last day of a trip always feels a little strange. You still want one more coffee, one more bowl of noodles,…
Hi, I’m Fito Thinh. Some cities are best seen from a car window, but Ho Chi Minh City is different. Saigon feels…