Vietnam 2025: The Khmer, the Coconut Religion, and Fighting Buddhism – A Postcard from the Mekong Delta
We turn off the main road. These endless trips to Saigon have started to feel like a jazz drummer’s snare—repetitive, relentless. One time for a new visa, another for a meeting, then just to escape the small-town routine and take a deeper breath in a city of fifteen million. This time, the bypass pulls us straight into urban hell. Traffic thickens, moving sluggishly through the city's clogged arteries. The road is wedged between rows of buildings—houses, cluttered shops, rusting corrugated metal, makeshift plumbing, excavator parts, scrapyards. Everything is slick with grease, reeking of gasoline. A lone three-story house looms over a sprawling market-warehouse, surrounded by a swarm of trucks. These guys don’t mess around. They barrel in and out, horns blaring, squeezing the already constipated street into an even tighter chokehold. We veer off onto a packed highway-market. The air is thick with the hum of Tết preparations. The Lunar New Year is just around the corner, a big deal ...
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