Tuesday, February 1, 2011


Dave and I took a fieldtrip, and found Where the Sidewalk Ends.

We live about as far south as you can get in Saigon, and still be in the city proper. South of us is new construction, river delta, industrial parks, and villages yet to be swallowed by the insatiable maw of HCMC.

"Want to go for a ride?" Dave asked.

"Sure," I said. "Where to?"

He shrugged, which suited my mood exactly. We hopped on our bikes and set out south. The river is close enough that we could not go too far, which meant I would not have to get malaria medication before setting out. But we took a nice two-hour drive around, going through a couple villages, past odd, disconnected river-cargo areas the size of the port of Oakland, a factory that makes Pumas, and tons of other stuff.

Then, after miles of brand-new, beautifully-paved road with street lamps and manicured shrubbery, it ended. Pop: no more road. I had to get a picture, because how often does one end up in the middle of a childhood favorite?

Oh, and we met Miss Piggy.

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