Well my parents finally made the trip over in Sept/Oct... since then I've been so busy it's taken me over a month just to write this post. Crazy times.


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A FIRST TIME EXPAT IN VIETNAM
Well my parents finally made the trip over in Sept/Oct... since then I've been so busy it's taken me over a month just to write this post. Crazy times.


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I love this town. The end of this little clip makes me smile... the golden glow like no other place on earth... the markets that go up every night... it's just beautiful. What a wonderful city and how lucky I am to call this my home.
Seeing as this blog is meant to be about my life in Vietnam and the experience of being an Expat I thought perhaps a ‘day in the life of’ post was required. A year and a bit on this all just seems totally normal but I do occasionally get a reality check and think ‘o my god… why do I live in Vietnam’?
So… a typical day…
Starts by being woken up by my Maid who has been coming earlier and earlier lately. She has a particular talent for making as much noise as possible to ensure I know she has arrived. She’s sweet though, speaks less English than I do Vietnamese so sign language is our only way of communicating. It can be quite amusing/frustrating.
Once dressed I cruise downstairs to Gloria Jeans where I walk into a sing song of “Good Morning ms Cara”. I do not need to order – they know it off by heart and the only that ever changes is small vs regular. It took me a while to get my coffee situation sorted here. I was initially addicted to Caphe Sua Da (extra strong drip coffee with full fat condensed milk) but soon wised up to how bad it was for you. I still like it as a treat on a weekend. My iced skim latte at GJ’s is my substitute breakfast and although it costs a bomb because I get an extra espresso shot (87,000VND!!!). There is however a great added benefit in my morning Latte – the lovely GJ’s kid order me a Mai Linh taxi. They never seem to come down my end of Phu My hung leaving me with only dodgy taxi choices. Even if I call for one they never arrive… so GJ’s is a god send.
I use to ride my motorbike to work but since the traffic cops started cracking down on foreigners with no VN licence I now only ride on weekends. I’m in the process of getting my licence so hopefully in next few weeks I’ll have it (Yes… it takes that long!).
The ride to work is always entertaining, with lots to look at. I try and take advantage of the 30 mins by catching up on emails or calling the folks at home or reviewing my Vietnamese lessons. Other days I just stare out the window and watch the crazy HCMC world go by, from Cyclos carrying motorbikes to washing machines balance precariously on the seat of bikes. There is always something bizarre and most mornings I wish I had someone to point out something strange too. Instead I just tweet or facebook it. Not really the same.
At the agency most people don’t rock up until after 9. Suits me just fine as I am so not a morning person. By the time I get in… coffee still in hand.. the music is pumping and it’s buzzing. We built the agency on the roof of a sports centre so it’s quite unique. One side looks over a soccer oval that often has big tournaments and events. The other side has a lovely little balcony where we tend to hang out a lot. (especially the smokers…).
Lately the work day has consisted of at LEAST 4 hours of meetings which drives me mental. I can handle it if there is wifi because I can at least review emails and touch base with the team via Skype. However it’s hit and miss and often we can’t pick it up. By the time I get access to email I normally have on average 30 to 40 to review. It’s not fun. Thank god wifi is pretty prevalent everywhere so downloading emails on the go is easy….. even on my phone.
Lunch is normally ordered in as it’s a) too bloody hot to venture into the Saigon humidity and b) we are too busy to stop and need to just keep working through. I love the agency at lunch… it’s totally quiet. I get more work done at lunchtime than all morning some days. The local staff tend to go out most days or eat around the big table. When I first arrived they nearly all had ‘nap time’ but that seems to have been slowly stopped. I never really had an issue with it unless they did it in the open (or behind reception desk). It’s not something that’s encouraged however. Even ordering in can become a big drama, no one can ever agree on where to order from and we almost always default to the sandwich joint Juice because they are reasonably fast and it’s easy. They also know where we are located… which helps. Our building is So 1 (Number 1)… so are ALL the other shops on our street. So if lunch doesn’t arrive it probably because the sports store down the street got it instead. Taxi’s are another issue all together. Apparently it’s because we are behind “The Palace” which of course was… number 1… so they just never changed it. Gotta love Vietnamese logic. The street itself is beautiful… massive tall trees line it and as soon as you turn the corner the temperature drops and air seems cleaner. We are 3 minutes walk from Ben Thanh market so it’s very central… just… well… random.
Of course, working in Adland is always unpredictable and therefore there is no such thing as a ‘typical’ day. You can probably tell by my previous post that we have a great team and although I am completely overloaded I still enjoy my job and besides complete exhaustion it’s very rewarding. It’s not really that different to Adland in Sydney… just more interesting because you are dealing with a foreign culture (and Vietnamese culture is incredibly complex). You have to trust that the copy is correct and never presume that something will be completed just because you asked it to be (it never is).
It’s rainy season now, so the afternoons quite often bring a big tropical storm with big fat rain and some claps of lightning and thunder. I’ve never seen rain like here in Vietnam, it’s drenching. I love it because it washes everything and it’s normally over and done with quickly. Not like in oz where it spits and spats and rains for a full day. Unfortunately the roof in our agency leaks so with rain comes dripping on computers/printers etc… never fun.
Once the work day is done which is normally about 7 we head for dinner. It’s normally the expats in the office who grab food together. We try new restaurants and it can range from $50 steaks to $1 noodles. Our latest favourites are the street side ‘spicy noodle man’, BBQ Fish at Ben Thanh night markets and Sushi Bar. Right now we are on ‘operation vegetables’ as we’ve discovered we eat hardly any vegetables anymore. I swear.. for 3 days this week not a single vegetable passed my lips. It’s crazy. No wonder I have put on so much weight (which I am slowly losing again thanks to crack whore diet pills – that’s a whole post in itself… stay tuned).
Dinner nearly always turns to discussions about work and often moves on to drinks somewhere else so by the time I get home it’s closer to midnight so I’m pooped and crash and then do it all over again the next day. I come home to a nice clean apartment, all my bills paid (the occasional shirt ruined). I am starting to take it for granted now but it’s still lovely.
In between all of this I still find time to have crazy, unconventional romances with footballers and also keep in touch with my peeps in Australia. I never appreciated Facebook so much until I moved here and thanks to it I still feel connected to my world in Sydney and it hopefully will make it easier to return…. If I ever decide to do so. I’m in no hurry.
Ok, as promised here is a less dramatic (and depressing) update than the last one. Giving you a more balanced picture of the last few months. Of course, there is more to life than men and although love has played a leading role – it’s not only part.
As I have mentioned, one of the most rewarding parts of moving to Vietnam has been working for a great independent creative agency. Run by smart, young, and ever so slightly mental people, it’s a passionate environment and makes going to work in the morning seem less like work. There is a fine line here between work and play so keeping the balance can be the hardest part. Saigon is a great town to work in, but work can often lead to dinner and/or drinks… and I’ve never been one to play on school nights and be able to back it up at work the next day. We even set up our own crazy blog which takes the piss out of “Asian Poses”. Check it out here.
I’m incredibly lucky to have found some good friends here in Saigon and have had some truly memorable times over the last few months. Highlights would have to be going to Vung Tau/Long Tan for Anzac Day with a bunch of Aussies to watch the dawn service. Spooky and beautiful to be in a rubber plantation at 5am but well worth it. Recently we also randomly ended up partying on a multi-million dollar yacht on the Saigon River… yes… I know that sounds crazy… but it’s true. That story deserves a blog all of its own but let’s just say
We’ve had some great shoots and client events which have been fun too. My clients are bloody fabulous I have to say… both from a brand perspective and the people I get to work with. Setting up the agency and working in a creative industry in Vietnam is not easy… but it’s seriously worth it when the work produced is this good.
So… whilst most people’s lives require a great personal life in order to balance their less that great working life… mine is the opposite. My ‘day’ doesn’t start at 5pm…. It just keeps going. Monday’s aren’t dreaded and I more often get ‘Sundayistis’ than ‘Mondayitis’. I consider myself quite lucky considering a LOT more of my life is spent at work than elsewhere.
Another photo journal below of some of my favourite people/places/parties from the last few months.



How on earth do I begin to summarise the 3 months since I last updated this blog? And not breakdown doing it? To be honest I’ve been avoiding doing this update as putting it up here makes it so… official. However on Saturday night at a club I got recognised from my twitter account and this blog… so I figured it was time to set the record set.
Firstly, soon after I was released from hospital I flew to HK to visit my Fiancé for the weekend. I returned on the Sunday night.... single.... after discovering that he had been leaving with a French girl. That pretty much sums up that situation.
Since that time, he has returned to VN, only to discover that I had started dating his friend/arch rival already. In hindsight, probably not the smartest idea in the world. At the time though, I believed that ‘fate’ had delivered me an amazing guy and the previous Nigerian footballer had just been a training run. Turns out that was not the case and after a couple of months the new guy decided he liked his previous Vietnamese girlfriend better. Leaving me to deal with not only being single in Saigon but now being outcast from ‘da boys’ I once considered my other family. I can't say I handled the whole the brilliantly, and hence the it is mostly my fault that even after the relationships ended the friendships did also. No doubt years from now, the boys will all be good friends again and look back laughing at that aussie girl who got in the middle of them.
For me, it’s certainly made life a bit different in Vietnam and not always in a good way. I guess in a way I kind of had two different worlds here – my expat-style advertising life and my down to earth fun life with the footballers. The only times they crossed over were about 4am in Go2 Bar. I liked that and I enjoyed my time getting to know that world. I learnt a lot about Nigerian culture, food and people and also became more spiritually aligned as I was introduced to alternative forms of Christianity. I also had a lot of fun with them and of course… experienced great love. Twice over.I was also inspired, at least by the short and sweet romance to learn Vietnamese and get fit again. Heartbreak is also great for dropping the kilos so I’ve discovered – along with crazy diet pills.
Thankfully I have also had a fantastic work crew and company which has kept me going and made things not only bearable but entertaining and fun too. I’ve also been fortunate enough to score a new position which has meant a lot more responsibility and the opportunity to build my dream team. My first task was bringing over my old account manager from Oz, and she arrive at the end of May. It was worth the wait and she’s been a god send to me and the agency. I’m incredibly grateful to work at such an awesome company, with cool people on great clients.
That pretty much brings things up to date. I will try to update again soon with some more recent pictures and less dramatic (hopefully) news.
Photo montage for this post is a tribute to my favourite boys and a reminder of the good times I enjoyed with them. They'll probably hate me posting these online - but this blog is my story and this is a chapter of my life in Vietnam that I'm proud to say I lived, and loved, and learnt from.

For someone who has been in Advertising now for almost 12 years, I tend to be quite loyal to my client's products. I still buy Bond's and Berlei bra's over other brands and keep a keen eye on any news relating too RSVP. Since working in Saigon, I've been working on a huge beverage brand... so that one is pretty easy to stay loyal too. My other client however is a large French-Vietnamese Hospital. It's a new account for us and a product that is quite difficult to get your head around. I've done the hospital tour, read all the brochures, met the doctors, sat in the lobby... but nothing is comparable to being a patient yourself. Which, unfortunately I ended up being this last week.
A couple of weeks ago I had a pretty bad flu. After a late night meeting I got home to find I had a fever of over 39 degrees. By the next morning I was in full flu mode. A couple of days later I went and saw a Doctor at the Hospital who said it was most likely just an annual flu and got some tests done... went home and laid low. A few days later, as predicted, I was feeling better and headed back to work. More late nights and within 48 hours I was back in bed with another fever, headaches, vomit ting and the works. This time twice as bad. I headed back to the doctor for my follow up appointment... he took one look at me and admitted me to the ward. They couldn't ever quite diagnose what the problem was. Just some kind of virus/flu/infection. I was put on an IV drip, Anti-biotics and Painkillers etc. The hospital itself was great. The rooms are nice, food (not that I could eat it) looked ok and it's run very well. Unfortunately they only had a shared room available and I just couldn't stand it. Especially when the 'relatives' were going to sleep the night in the same room. I got moved to another double room with no 2nd person and that was better. On the third day, I had to share again... this time with an old lady halfway into the next life... and I lost the plot. I insisted I would be better off at home in my own lovely apartment and after much who haa with the doctors was allowed to leave.
So, now I feel fully immersed in my clients brand and product. I feel I truly understand them from a consumers point of view and some of the challenges they encounter. Although ending up in Hospital... in Vietnam... is by no means fun... it was an experience that I feel I have learned from. So it's not all bad.
The biggest lesson of all was that I really need my future Husband here with me. It was awful being alone and so sick and him not even being able to come and visit me. As his season is almost over we are in the process of trying to get him a visa to come back to VN. Not an easy task at the moment. Please say a little prayer for us when you have a moment. We need all the help we can get.
I have had another full week off work and arrived back yesterday morning to chaos. My test results are still not all clear and I am heading back to the Hospital again this afternoon to get more done. I have parked my bike for a while as I am worried about inhaling all the Saigon germy air whilst my immune system is still recovering. The next few weeks I will be keeping very quiet and attempting to get back to the strong, healthy Aussie girl who arrived here almost 1 year ago.
It was bound to happen at some point... my first accident on my bike. Thank the lord it was relatively minor and right outside my apartment building.




