At noon we drove back to the tiny airport near the city and a few moments later we were already in the skies. The flight to Saigon, today's name Ho Chi Minh city, lasted more or less one hour. We kept asking people how long the walk was and it seemed to stay half an hour even though we past half of it. On the way up, a group of children were playing traditional music for the tourists. Although it was a beautiful region and a very lovely town it reminded me to much of home and I decided that I wanted to move on. We called Aerolinias Argentinas very early to book a flight for the same day.
