The salvages of war can still be seen. The lack of governance and extreme poverty shine, like the new pair of Channel heels a Western woman stomps around in. Pollution so thick, grabbing one molecule of it seems feasible. Labor, especially for women, so back breaking… I could feel the pain as I sat my happy ass on the bus. The concept of development and developing countries, for the first time, is clear. And in all of this, I still came out amazed by the sheer brilliance and drive of the average Vietmanese man and woman. This connection I witnessed between my world and theirs, and the understanding I gained, will forever be with me.