As I mentioned yesterday, Thuy and Thanh insisted that I go to a concert with them the night Pam left (when she left the first time). The venue was on the way to the airport, so we got out of the taxi, sent Pam on her way, and fought our way through thousands of Vietnamese people up to the front of the stage.
I was THE ONLY non-Vietnamese person in this crowd. Thuy kept pointing it out.
"Maggie. Look. You are the only American."
Yes, I kept thinking, and not only that!
You can see the crowd in the picture, but I have cut the superstar out of it: incense burning, flowers waving, cameras flashing. On the way into the venue, vendors sold cotton candy and popcorn and pictures.
OK, so the blog game is this: who is the superstar? Appearing in Ho Chi Minh City for four nights in a row, drawing thousands, possibly millions. You all know his name, but I was the only "Western" person in a crowd of thousands. He is on his way through New Zealand, Australia, Europe and then back to North America.
Who could it be?
I am heading to the beach for a long weekend (don't be too jealous, it's been unbearably hot in the city) so you won't know until Monday...