Fujitsu Pestel Analysis

Vietnam in Saigon between bitumen and green

We arrived in Saigon at 5am on a Sunday after a night train. Obviously, our hotel room was not ready yet. So we left our luggage and went exploring the city. So early, the large park of 23 September, not far away, was full of old people who were doing their tai chi or who were training on exercise equipment installed under the tall trees.

Marianne is also trying exercise machines, to untie

legs after a night train.

Note: in almost all parks in Vietnam, there are exercise machines for adults, but very rarely games for children. To amuse the children there are rides in places where you have to pay, and are thus reserved for the wealthiest. For poor children, nothing. So good for communism! Besides, it's the same thing in China ...

                                                                        

So we found it very nice to see the sun rise on those seniors who stood in shape. We chatted with some of them, the girls ran, it was relaxing. Then, suddenly, one of the gentlemen who were talking we served a warning: "You see those two men there? They watch you from earlier to steal your camera. When you leave, take the other direction. "Another gentleman has even yelled something to get out. It's true we had read on several forums travelers stories of tourists who had been robbed, and have even been injured because the thieves were pulling down their backpacks. Here, all our carelessness has fallen. And I bet, for the first time since the start of the journey to bring money and credit cards inside my clothes - like Marco's wallet was stolen in Hanoi, I am the only to have cards.

We were on our guard, but it does eventually nothing untoward happened in Saigon, that we have loved for that matter, despite the noise and traffic from hell. We especially liked its large parks, where people flee to find a little peace and freshness. When we continued our tour on Sunday after our arrival, we found ourselves in another park where young people were taking guitar lessons in the open air, where Scouts learned to go camping in the city, where girls, all dressed similarly, had a dance in front of their admiring parents. Further, craft booths were set up for children. There was a single playground for children, crumbling but stormed by dozens of screaming toddlers - and increasingly large, as noted by our friend Dominique, who lives in Vietnam for a year with his Vietnamese bride.

Emily shows the beautiful necklace she had made the workroom.

the evening, the parks are filled and lively: when dissipates the heat of the day, young and old are the work-out or fast walking, dancing salsa or waltz or even play da cau (kind of badminton which is played with a big hit with the flying feet). People invited us to We join in their games. As if we were in a small village, not in a huge city of 8 million.