We went to Ho Chi Minh City's antiques street. The trumpet store man welcomed us.
There was a mystifying array of loot. Tiger teeth, anyone?
I just couldn't figure out which of these treasures to buy my family for Christmas.
There is no reason to expect that any of these war-era lighters are authentic.
Imagine the likely story of these undoubtedly fake dog tags. Sam, the heroic American tourist, buys them, researches the ancestors, and calls them. Presumably, he's the 47th person to do so, and the store keeps selling reprinted dog tags.
On the same street there is the blender repair place, something we've all needed before - perhaps there's only one globally.
Ho Chi Minh has developed a lot since we first went there. They have removed a lot of the tangled street power cables. Here, there is a fancy modern sky transformer.
Everyone wears motorcycle helmets, but I'm not sure they're well-built.
Luckily, they still have the basket bike.
And you can still get all the animal parts that you need from the market.
We chose ears. Crunchy.
Maybe some tripe and fat goo for next time.
There is still unidentified fruit, but I think this one might be dried tamarind.
Worried your wet suit doesn't protect your whiteness enough from the sun? Try the swim-hoodie, now available in all sizes! Now sold with a bonus side of toxic bleachy whitening cream, because nothing is worse than Vitamin D.
