I landed into the chaos of Saigon city, the constant hum of ten million people jetting about. The Saigon ninga scoots about with a horn as their third brake. It's a world away from Killarney. Yet home isn't far away with Paul Murphy and Pa Donohue living here. I met them everyday and they introduced me to the Saigon way of life; coffee with condensed milk and noodles for breakfast, lunch and dinner. I explored the city clung onto the back of Paul's bike the first morning, terrified as the traffic span around us. There are no rules to the road here, I've learnt to look every direction even on a one way street. Red lights mean nothing and drivers seem to scoot around as they please. We wandered around District 1 and saw the Post Office, Book Street and a sweet little book cafe. Then he left me to explore as he headed to work. I went to the War Remnants Museum first - a chilling experience vividly showing the horrors of their recent war. Lunch was had in Hum Vegetarian Cafe where I 'splurged' on a meal for only €7. That evening I met Paul once again with his bunch of Irish expats where we had a delicious meal of Sushi at Sushi Nhi. The next morning I went on a tour of the Cu Chi tunnels, an immense network of 260km of tunnels that were used during the war. It was fascinating to see their array of tunnels that acted as hiding spots during combat. We squeezed our way through a section of 100m which we later found out had been made four times larger to facilitate western tourists. Suddenly feeling like a giant. I spent the evening drinking beers on the roof of Paul's apartment block overlooking the city and watched the world go by.