But there was wi-fi!
Facebook may be banned in Vietnam but there sure is wi-fi almost everywhere.
Taken by Tatia last February 2012 in Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam.
I got inspired to share these photos while browsing for a photo to submit for the Weekly Photo Challenge: Lost in the Details.
My entry for the weekly photo challenge was of the roof details of the Buddha Tooth and Relic Temple and Museum in Chinatown, Singapore. (See post here.)
In the rooftop of the same temple is a usual Orchid Garden with a pagoda in the middle.
This pagoda houses the large Vairocana Buddha Prayer Wheel in the middle and 10,000 small Buddha statues in all its four walls. Both prayer wheel and Buddha statues take room from what seems like floor to the ceiling.
The last two photos below were taken by Jenna, my travel buddy during this trip.
One picture shows a wall of tiny Buddhas, and the other is a zoomed in version.
The details of all these are amazing.
I miss traveling.
I miss being tired from discovering new places.
I miss getting lost and eventually finding the way.
**This photo was taken by Jenna during our first visit to Singapore’s Chinatown last May 2010.
The remaining Miami girls have finally decided to give up the long reign of holding the most affordable and convenient living space (at least, that’s what we think) here in Cubao.
The two of us will finally be going our separate ways. Angel, the last of my Miami room mates, will be on pursuit for greener pastures. While I will be somewhere near my supposedly green pasture. Well, not immediately. But we have finally commenced step one, which is to finally mutually decide to leave.
Step 1.5 will be telling lola, our landlady, about this plan. We want to be able to talk to her together. But the only time we see each other with the sun still up is on weekends. So, Saturday it is. Angel already gave lola the heads up this morning while paying our rent for the month. She said that lola looked disappointed.
Last thing I want is to do is to sadden the old lady.
But we have to do this. I believe it’s time.
I’m starting to lose my sanity by taking the MRT everyday.
Not that I’m totally sane to begin with.
So anyway, “In to the Heights” will be my attempt of chronicling the great big move.
The play of words from the titles of two of my favorite musicals, In to the Woods and In the Heights, is intentional. Since the plan is to move to a place called Bonifacio Heights.
Miami had been my home for almost five years.
It houses so many memories of firsts, laughters, and tears.
It had seen me through my best and worst yuppie years.
It is my resting place.
I am forever grateful.