The End

Sitting on the Airport and waiting for my flight home to Germany. Here some memories about my first time in Vietnam.

What a wonderful trip. That was amazing. πŸ‘πŸ‘πŸ‘

Ho Chi Minh City (first time) was too stressful for me. The heat, the rain and the traffic. πŸ‘‚πŸ‘ƒ

Vung Tau where I was born was total different. Beautiful beach and a relax traffic. The meals are delicious.πŸ‘Œ It was so nice to meet the relatives πŸ‘£.

Phu Quoc the island like a dream (if there are not so many trashes πŸ‘Ž). And the sweet gecko in my room. I had not seen you but every night I thought of you πŸ’€.

HCMC (Saigon) for the second time was different as I wrote. Everything is still the same, only my feeling change. Now I love it. πŸ˜‚  πŸ‘

This was not my last trip. As soon as possible I will come back. On this way I will say thanks to my private tour guide πŸ’ž.

GoodBye Vietnam πŸ‘‹πŸ’“