The apartment--excuse me, the Penthouse.

I've been known to exaggerate from time to time, and I should add that I'm also a world-renowned master of understatement (I read this on the internet, therefore it must be true.*) Thankfully, I don't need you to take my word for it when I say that the penthouse--or perhaps, le Penthouse --is probably the coolest thing on Earth since Jesus wielded Excalibur to fight off the invasion of the moon-dinosaurs.

Enjoy the pictures. And seriously, if these don't make you all want to come visit me here, then I might have to cry. You wouldn't want that on your conscience, would you?

First, the first floor. Appropriate, no?

Behind that door on the left is the laundry area, garbage chute, and a bathroom, for some odd reason.



Down that hall are two bedrooms--one of the guestrooms, which have incrrrrredible views, and my bedroom with en suite bathroom...even a tub! Though the tub is only big enough to wash one leg at a time, it's still the one of the only tubs I've seen in Vietnam. And no, it's not a bidet, it's just built for an Asian woman. Which, come to think of it, is okay.







Second floor, with a view of the atrium.



And now the guest rooms. The layout of both is the same, just as with Dave's room and mine.





Third floor solarium. I need to wait for a clearer day and take pics of the view and the rooftop terrace.







Given how Vietnam isn't big on zoning ordinances and so forth, my semi-serious idea was to open a night club. I mean, tons of Vietnamese run businesses out of their homes, right? We have no next-door neighbors right now. Throw in a hot tub, get some tables and chairs, a DJ, a minibar or two...bam! We'd be rich!

...okay, Blogger and/or my wireless are pissing me off, so I am going to post more pictures later of the 2nd floor, rooftop terrace, master suite, and so on. But this should give you an idea of what $800/month will get you in Vietnam. For real.

*Even if I wrote it myself. QED.