I arrive at the Majestic Hotel about an hour later – that’s slow going the traffic is, considering it is only about 7 km. The hotel is lovely: it was built in 1925 and is pretty much still in keeping with that era. I have to take the lift with the receptionist to the third floor and there is literally room for 2 people in it – and two small people at that. God knows how any fat Americans would get in there – mind you, I don’t expect many Americans would actually travel to Vietnam...
Fat Germans then; maybe there is some reasoning behind the height / weight questions on the online booking form for the hotel…
The room is lovely and overlooks the river – though we are separated by a six-ish lane highway and I am really grateful for double glazing. I do switch off the air conditioning and open the balcony doors to let in the sounds and smells of the city, and close then again quickly. I observe some people crossing the road to get to the floating restaurant and I am amazed at how they just walk nonchalantly off the pavement and into the oncoming traffic, casually chatting to each other, and becoming part of the traffic – cars, people, mopeds, buses and lorries all move as one, all nimbly and (seemingly) effortlessly avoiding each other.
They get across the other side unscathed and I breathe again.
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