Okay, not entirely, but at least regard my earlier dispatches with some amount of objective disbelief until you can come here and distinguish for yourself. Of course, discerning Dance Insider, you already know to read these Flashes as such anyway.
All opinions are subjective and likely to change.
I'm enjoying a Sunday off at a backwater beach in Vung Tau, an easy day trip for city-weary Saigonese. It was also from here that thousands of South Vietnamese fled to the sea at the end of the American War. My gracious host, Mr. Mau, an old diver for the South Vietnamese Navy, tells me that until about eight years ago no one would walk in these parts. You never knew what would float ashore here. But here at the less populated, rocky Mulberry Beach cove, overlooked by benevolent Christian and Buddhist statues built into the mountainside, we are nestled amongst deteriorating French villas built right up to the water.