My eyes have been bothering me for more than a week and rather than get better, things have been getting worse.  About half way through last night’s photo shoot, I could barely see through the viewfinder.  I could see how things were framed but was 100% reliant on auto-focus to get things right.  (More photos from the shoot to be posted within a day or so.)  And then, driving home last night, I could make out shapes and lights, I could make out the white lines on the highway, but things were so blurry that I couldn’t read the road signs.

So today, off to Central to see my eye doctor, who told me I’ve got conjunctivitis, or pink eye as it’s sometimes known.  While the antibiotic & steroid eyedrop concoction that he gave me offered some relief immediately, it’s going to take around a week for this to go away.

Since we were in Central and since I knew that Nha Trang had re-opened following their renovation, it was the obvious choice for lunch.  We got there at ten minutes before noon, they don’t open till noon, and by 11:55 there was a sizable line out front.  The doors opened promptly at noon and within 10 minutes, the place was 90% full.   Here’s the new look:

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We went for our usual prawn rice noodle roll, I had the banh mi I’ve been dreaming about for weeks and my gf had a dish called “broken rice” that included a perfectly cooked grilled lemongrass porkchop as well as two pieces of a steamed frittata made from eggs and veggies.  I’m quite relieved to report that following the renovation, the food is just as good as it was before.

If you’ve been on Wellington Street, have you ever checked out this building?

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Trying to imagine a city filled with buildings that look like this.

Walking around afterwards, we saw that the shops along Pottinger Street were fully stocked with all your Xmas decorating needs.

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Walking a bit further west, we came across this loud protest in front of DBS Bank.  Not sure but I think it’s a continuation of the Lehman mini-bond mush.

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I discovered that the protesters were eager to be photographed, though almost all of the people happy to pose for me insisted on covering their faces with their protest signs.

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And then they all very politely thanked me for taking their photos – perhaps guessing that they’d end up on the internet somewhere.

And then back home, resting my eyes by sitting in front of the PC editing photos and blogging?

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