Dalat Beauty
It was a rainy day in Saigon and as usual I was lost in a new city. Drenched and clueless about my whereabouts, I was calm. It was at that moment that a beautiful girl came up to me and asked me whether she could help me.
She put her umbrella over me and walked me back to the hotel. She was from Dalat, a wine-growing region in Vietnam. She was stunningly beautiful and had the air of an incredibly kind and gentle person.
When I invited her for a cup of coffee, she refused and told me that it would look like she helped me just as an excuse to "trap a foreigner." Of course I was disappointed that it ended like that but my respect for her was all the more stronger.
Here are some pics from that wonderful day in Saigon.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/7444188@N05/sets/72157625188951102/
She put her umbrella over me and walked me back to the hotel. She was from Dalat, a wine-growing region in Vietnam. She was stunningly beautiful and had the air of an incredibly kind and gentle person.
When I invited her for a cup of coffee, she refused and told me that it would look like she helped me just as an excuse to "trap a foreigner." Of course I was disappointed that it ended like that but my respect for her was all the more stronger.
Here are some pics from that wonderful day in Saigon.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/7444188@N05/sets/72157625188951102/