The good news is there is a 8, 9, and 10 bus. The lady told us we are getting the 9 bus and the car will be here at 830 to pick us up.
I had some time to Skype my mom for the first time in forever which was amazing. While talking to her we realized it was way passed 830. I ask the lady. Nope sorry traffic car isn't coming we'll put you on the 10bus. Ok ok that's good. I Skype my mom some more. Once again it's past 930. Ok so I ask the lady... Ok I check for you was her reply. A few minutes goes by and my mom comments "lib I don't think she's checking I can see her behind you."
I explain to my mom that in Southeast Asia nothing goes according to plan...l I men nothing ever ever ever goes according to plan and you just have to be patient.
Sure enough a car arrives around 1015 and it turns out we make it for an 11 bus. Who even knew that was an option?
Since we missed all of the nice tourist bus we ended up in a lovely little local bus. Crammed into the seats meant for small Vietnamese people Jenny and I try to sleep. More and more people pile in and before I know it I have people sitting next to me in mini stools in the isle way. This is very common here.
Some highlights of the journey. Realizing that at some point the bus had driven onto a boat and we were in the middle of a river. Stopping and eating the strangest soup of my life. Being ushered off the bus at the border, walking across the Cambodia exit into no mans land, and getting back on the bus only to drive fifteen feet and get back off for entrance to Vietnam. Having the passport guy look through my passport to find my visa as laughing at how many pages and stamps I had. He was such a nice guy and gave me a good vibe about Vietnam.
But the best highlight of this bus ride hands down was the end. The last half hour was very confusing. In the front of the bus they had a tv where they were playing old movies. For the last half hour they put on a DVD of Ultra music festival. What?!?! It was an old set played by hardwell. However the funniest part of the entire situation was that there was no sound. Instead they were blasting traditional Cambodian music. Talk about confusing!!
Finally we arrived in Ho Chi Minh formerly known as Siagon. Packed with people and motorbikes everywhere it looked way more modern than I expected. Hello Vietnam!
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