Every journey, real or metaphorical , involving links with the memory or the spiritual path, can be defined as "pilgrimage."
Hesse in the pilgrimage to the East has taught me a little how to define and understand the possible development of the term also in its implementation, the pilgrims move in groups in certain situations divide to find in other places and both groups of pilgrims are mixed together, sharing goals that lead to new forks, new divisions and new groups.
The first part of my pilgrimage to the east is finished giving birth to a second, more or less coincides change of state, preparing to leave Vietnam last night I tried to walk alone in some of the bustling city streets, dodging prostitutes proposals for avoiding travel or tour and offering all kinds of drugs. Then
motoboy a trip not to be continually assaulted every ten steps from hawks and curious sniffing recognize the foreign tourist traffic in the sketch Thuan Saigon, who with his English, in chaos trying to tell me the different anedoti neighborhoods, and without realizing it's already 23.
I set out to the hotel and I choose to eat in a room nearby, the Seventeen-Saloon, a saloon Vietnamese restaurant a little off target from the city, very special, externally as a saloon Far West catapulted into the middle of the chaotic HCMC (Ho Chi Minh City) ...
later there is a real saloon inside, wooden masks and Indian, a bar in the middle and a stage behind him, I order my usual Tiger Bear and I took her to the bench along with a tray of chips, a screen on stage projecting a video, but after very little gets up and behind Metal is a band of Philippine starting to do covers of all kinds, beginning with the Beatles and then continues with the demands of the public, I call a waiter and ask for a manager. I arrived and, as usual, I shop for a journalist and asked to make videos and photos, they agree, they offered me a drink, saying that everything is free, I insist on paying, but it is useless.
I have two videos of songs, I make some pictures, I raise the ISO to the maximum, here is almost dark, and then pull out the laptop and start writing "Articles" section of this post, the public is excited about the band and I of the Tiger, exchanging small talk with waiters and managers, I ask questions and bring me another beer.
so I discover another side of Saigon, full of young people having fun with a group strange but very good and versatile that offers every type of music requested by the public, "only" in the room, do not speak anymore with anyone, I write and I finish my beer, now I put the laptop and the last video I will, I invite you to take pictures from under the stage, I nod and go.
The concert finished about one o'clock, the band leaves the stage, we introduce ourselves, I'm Italian and they are exalted, we exchange emails to send them some photos, greeting and I head toward the exit, again I say goodbye and exchange emails with the club owner, I do not know his nationality, it seems an American / Vietnamese ...
Last day in Saigon and a little sorry, this bracket has shown me again how everything is the same in the world, and an analysis takes time, and desire to walk in the midst of "unknown".
I'm sorry there is not even Martina to continue their journey together and I regret that we have not seen anything of HCMC by night, because until now we did a little babysitting for my sister, uncle, aunt and especially Luke Martin.
Each of us must do its own path, you move away to find themselves in other places, the important thing is to always have space in the hearts and minds.
I'm sorry there is not even Martina to continue their journey together and I regret that we have not seen anything of HCMC by night, because until now we did a little babysitting for my sister, uncle, aunt and especially Luke Martin.
Each of us must do its own path, you move away to find themselves in other places, the important thing is to always have space in the hearts and minds.
Greetings from HCMC to all, I'm going to make the ticket for bus, direction Seam Reap Cambodia.
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