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Geoffrey House
Geoffrey House Center and Ground
1y Encinitas, CA, United States Story
American Teacher in Vietnam, Episode 6

It was Tuesday morning, 7am, the third week in October, exactly two weeks after I had flown into Ho Chi Minh City.

I was jogging in Hoàng Văn Thụ Park, which was well known for its large metal sculpture, rising against a backdrop of green trees. The park also had a small lake and water in reflecting pools.

I had been jogging in the park for 30 minutes. Now, on the section of the plaza in front of the sculpture, I saw some older women in colored pants and white shirts. They had arrived while I was running on the paths in the trees. A younger woman, stuffed into a body suit and black shoes, was instructing them. She held everyone’s attention.

But not mine.

My best source on Vietnam's public school system, Thien, had cancelled our meeting for late afternoon several minutes before. I saw the message on my cell phone.

Market 39

I hurried back to Hotel Vissai several blocks down Nguyễn Văn Trỗi Street, took a quick shower, and returned to the parking lot before Binh, who had just arrived, could shut off his motor and get out of his car.

Once again, I wanted to meet Howard at the Hotel Intercontinental in District 1, but on this occasion Howard would be accompanied by Emile, an engineer, a person I had never met. And, possibly, by Emile’s fiancée who was flying in.

The traffic in the downtown area was light for some reason. I arrived on time. Upon entering Market 39, I could see that Howard and Emile were sitting at the same table where Howard and I had sat the previous Thursday. First, I saw the two of them. Then I saw the woman.

But the woman was not Emile’s fiancée.

“This is Ngoc,” Howard said. I noticed that Howard and Emile already had started eating their Chinese dumplings—su mai, it appeared—and that Ngoc had not eaten anything. She had a bowl of pho in front of her. “She is Emile’s secretary at his office in Diamond Plaza,” Howard added. He took a bite of mango from a small dish of fruit. “This is Emile.”

Emile appeared to be in his early 40s. Ngoc was much younger than Emile, in her late 20s. She had exotic eyes and wore a silk dress. She smiled at me and asked me where I lived in the United States. “North of San Diego, California,” I replied.

Emile came to life. “I lived in San Francisco for two years, but never visited San Diego.” He paused. “I could have. I was born and went to school on the East Coast. I have lived and worked in many places since, but always in Europe and the Middle East. Recently, I lived for several years in Ukraine where I worked for several pipeline companies. Now, I’m here.” He hesitated. “Southeast Asia.... The languages and the cultures.... I don’t understand them. I’ve been to Japan and China, but only on short trips.” He looked at Ngoc, sitting across the table. “Staying for longer periods, a person takes longer to adjust.”

Howard shifted in his chair and looked back at Emile. “You’ll be settled soon,” he said. “You’re making good progress.”

Emile stood up. “It’s time to go,” he said.

“You haven’t finished your breakfast. Ngoc hasn’t started hers,” Howard replied.

“Other people are waiting,” Emile said. “I’m anxious,” Emile said, “Ngoc can take anything she wants. She can eat later, whenever she wants.”

Ngoc shook her head. “Don’t worry about me,” she said.

Emile and Ngoc left.

Howard leaned back. “Get some food if you want. We have to go to the Sailing Tower soon, but not until I eat. Food is more important.”

“It’s only a few blocks,” I replied. “We could walk.”

Sailing Tower

Binh dropped us in front of an enormous curving glass building at 111a Pasteur, Bến Nghé, District 1. It resembled a canvas sail on a ship.

“Beautiful place,” Howard said.

We went into an office in the building, spoke to a French woman about apartments, and walked to an elevator with her. Her name was Yvette.

After the elevator started to move, Yvette, a slender woman with brown hair, showed Howard a brochure with the layout of an apartment. It was 240 square meters, larger than the largest place at the Saigon Pearl.

“What did Emile say about the apartments by the river?” I asked Howard. Yvette was listening to us.

“It’s hard to tell,” Howard replied. “On Saturday, he sent Ngoc to look at them. I know because I asked her.”

When the elevator doors opened on the 20th floor, we got out. Yvette led us into an apartment, furnished with a few modernistic chairs, desks, and lamps. It also had rugs with abstract designs, a large one in the living room, smaller ones in each of the bedrooms.

I walked over to a window. In the distance, several blocks away, I saw a green belt with large trees and a church. Howard crossed the room and looked.

“The Notre Dame Cathedral,” Yvette said, joining us.

“On the street opposite the church,” Yvette added, “you can see, partially, the old Post Office Building, designed by Alfred Foulhoux, not by Gustave Eiffel, as some people think. French administrators of that period started construction in 1886 and finished in 1891. Inside the building, you’ll find a map, entitled Saigon et ses environs 1892, showing streets and neighborhoods.

I looked at Howard.

“You speak French?” he said to Yvette.

She hesitated. “Mais oui,” she said.

“Take me to the cathedral and the Post Office this afternoon,” Howard said, “I will tell my client about the apartment. I think he will rent it.”

I thought Howard over-estimated his influence.

Turtle Lake

Howard and I parted in the lobby of the building.

When he left, he walked out with Yvette, heading in the direction of the old Saigon Post Office. She had promised to take him on a short tour.

When I left, I turned in the opposite direction on Pasteur Street toward the University of Economics. I had agreed to meet Karen and Elana at Hồ Con Rùa (Turtle Lake), a traffic roundabout on Pham Ngoc Thach Street, after their English class together. Turtle Lake was roughly two blocks from the university.

The sun shined brightly; the humidity held at 70%.

On Pasteur Street, I went to the end of the block, turned right on Vo van Tan Street, and went to the end of another block. Ahead, in the middle of an intersection for several streets, I saw a pond and a concrete column rising 50 feet out of the water. According to some, it symbolized a lotus flower with exfoliating petals; to others, a dragon’s tail.

Karen and Elana sat on one of the benches by the water. I sat down next to Elana.

“How was your trip to Ben Tre?” I asked.

“Same as always,” Elana replied, “I had to work with my uncle and my brother in the candy factory for two days. Nothing has changed.”

“You prefer computers and languages?” I asked.

“I’m good with them, but my brother was good with them too. It just happened that he couldn’t go to the States,” Elana said. “It just happens that I can. Once I’m there, I’ll have to get married and send money back.”

“So, I assume that your going to the States is not an escape?” Karen asked.

“There, I will be terrified,” Elana replied. “Here, if I stay, I will be terrified as well.”

“You don’t want to get married and send money back?” Karen asked.

“It will be the same.”

Acoustic Bar

At 9:15pm, Binh dropped me off at 6e 1 Ngô Thời Nhiệm Street, District 3. It was a place called the Acoustic Bar, a small venue and a popular one with locals, but it was situated down a dark alley not far from Independence Palace.

Karen and her friend, Sara, were inside.

Sara’s boyfriend, Christian, a pianist in a jazz group, was supposed to perform. After pushing inside, I saw a rock group on the stage instead: two Vietnamese men wearing tight-fitting pants.

In a small area to one side of the stage where Khanh, Sara’s roommate, sat with Karen, I saw Khanh get up. When I looked again, he was gone.

“What’s with him?” I said to Karen after reaching her. She started laughing.

“He had to leave so you could sit down,” she said. “Look around you. We’re a little crowded, wouldn’t you say?” I glanced at the people behind me, sweating and squeezed together. “Sara’s down in front,” Karen added.

“What about Christian and his group? Where are they?”

“You misunderstood me, I think,” Karen said. “Sara thought he would be here, but she didn’t think he would be performing.”

I could hear little of what Karen said over the music. “What’s the name of this group?” I shouted. “Regurgitator?”

“Oh, no,” Karen replied. She laughed again. “There were three in that group, two Australians and a Vietnamese lead singer. They were from Brisbane. I saw them 6 months ago here at the Cargo Bar. They were good, but a little strange.”

“Let’s go outside,” I said.

Lê Lợi Street

We walked down Lê Lợi Street and turned on Dong Khoi Street. Karen was looking into the windows of the expensive shops.

“Khanh told me tonight, before you arrived, about his encounter with Christian at Xu Bar,” Karen said. “It was the same story that Khanh told you at the Caravelle Hotel.”

“That Christian was with Khanh’s ex boyfriend at Xu Bar, embracing him?”


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6 replies

  • RobinToday
    1y ago

    Interesting story. Well constructed.

    Interesting story. Well constructed.

    • Geoffrey House
      Geoffrey House Center and Ground
      1y ago

      Thank you, Robin. Cheers. --Geoff

      Thank you, Robin. Cheers. --Geoff

      • RobinToday
        1y ago

        Keep your story coming! It sounds so real.

        Keep your story coming! It sounds so real.

        • Geoffrey House
          Geoffrey House Center and Ground
          12mo ago

          Thank you, Robin! Yes, I will publish the next episode later this week. My friend, Karen, has made quite an eventful life for herself in Ho Chi Minh City.

          Thank you, Robin! Yes, I will publish the next episode later this week. My friend, Karen, has made quite an eventful life for herself in Ho Chi Minh City.

          • RobinToday
            12mo ago

            Great to hear, Geoff, that you are going to publish the next episode soon. Curious to hear about your friend Karen and her "eventful" life in Saigon. Tell her to share with us! I would love to hear more....

            Great to hear, Geoff, that you are going to publish the next episode soon. Curious to hear about your friend Karen and her "eventful" life in Saigon. Tell her to share with us! I would love to hear more....

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