In The Footsteps Of Martin Sheen


‘Saigon. Oh, spoons. I’m still only in Saigon.’ Wasn’t that what Martin Sheen said?

Then there was that Robin Williams chap. A little too fond of the sound of his own voice, that one. And wasn’t the heat on in Saigon, according to Jonathan Pryce in ‘Miss Saigon’?

Yes, armed with my copy of ‘Meditations In Green’ by Stephen Wright, I am now on my way to Vietnam. I’m going via Bangkok, where it’s all just kicking off this weekend.

My latest journey will take me right through the country from Saigon to Hanoi and many other stopping points, travelling down along coastal and rural Vietnam routes in search of fine food, because we’re on a culinary quest to find the best in Vietnamese cuisine. I’m avoiding the most obvious touristy stuff and hope to find something a little more exciting (although hopefully not as exciting as my disastrous Sri Lanka trip, when I had to be airlifted from a disaster zone).

I’ll be traveling for just over two weeks, but whenever I can find wi-fi I’ll post and try to keep the blog up-to-date.

5 comments on “In The Footsteps Of Martin Sheen”

  1. Jo W says:

    Hope you have a great time out there in Nam. Enjoy!

  2. Mim says:

    Have an awesome time! Everyone I know who’s been to Vietnam loved it, so I hope you will too.

  3. Keith says:

    My wife and I will be visiting Vietnam later this year, so I will be following your blog with interest. Have a great time and don’t forget the Imodium 🙂

  4. Helen Martin says:

    Have a great time, Chris. We’ll keep our fingers crossed for good traveling luck.

  5. Dan Terrell says:

    I visited Vietnam in 1975 for a transit day into Cambodia.
    As I got off the morning plane from Bangkok, an American MP came over to me and insisted I go to the gate for U.S. Military. I said thanks, but I was diplomatic and just passing through. He said @#$! get in the military line.I said I’ll show you my passport. He said @#$!!! your passport and threw me over his shoulder! I’m 5’9″ and he was much taller and bulkier.
    At the military gate, I showed my passport, and they told him I had to go to the diplomatic gate. He swore, mostly about why I wasn’t in the military at my age. He “piloted” me over to my gate and then went stomping away.
    The Vietnamese immigration officer said: Please overlook him. He’s good guy, but upset. A lunch-pail bomb exploded two hours ago and injured American soldiers in the line for military personnel. You handled situation real well, sir. Welcome to Vietnam.
    I had a jumpy 24 hours there as more bombs were going off all over Saigon, but the food was certainly great. Have a better stay and hang on to your passport.

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