On the tennis court beneath the awning of the Vietsovpetro sport and cultural complex, in Vung Tau, the lighting can be difficult. So, too, can the heat. But what’s a weekend getaway for, anyway, if not a few challenges?
It’s an occasion worth remembering when a few of life’s joys—competitive but good-humored tennis, a beachside run and swim combo, plentiful seafood, and new friends emerging out of nowhere—can converge. So, in short, I’m happy to report that I spent a few days recenty in a coastal city, swung my rackets in a classic setting, listened to some Marcos Valle records, and hopped back to Saigon on a ferry feeling grateful.
