I haven’t seen an idle person here in Saigon. Even people with great disabilities crawl on their hands and knees, through rough and uneven gutters to sell lottery tickets or variety of snacks.
Everybody is proud of their native son: Ngo Bao Chau, math genius.
The country is rooted firmly in the past, yet yearning to be integrated and connected to rest of world (hip hop, fashion).
Garment has been upgraded and sold at Macy’s. Now, it is its turn for playing the “bad guy” (after Bangladesh and S American countries, whose “low labor” have supplied over-weight Western clothing excess before Vietnam even got there).
But here in Vietnam, it’s all small businesses, low-skill : coffee shops, then pure-bean coffee shops. I sat at Rain, and saw tables turn over quickly. High Margin.
Just pour your heart into it.
The music is ear-deafening…
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