What is the nickname of Ho Chi Minh City?

What was Ho Chi Minh known as?

Uncle Ho. Founder. First President. 1945. Democratic Republic. That’s it.

Ho Chi Minh: a ghost name.

• Aliases hid the man. I know him only through newsreels, the crackle of old broadcasts. 1968? Maybe Tet.
• Bác Hồ echoes still. The whisper of revolution. My grandmother mentioned him. Once. During dinner.
• Revolutionary burns bright. Then fades. Like cheap incense. It’s complicated. Isn’t it.

Legacy etched in stone. Or sand. Depends who tells the story. 1969’s shadow stretches long. So long. I just want a decent pho. Why is everything political? Ugh.

What is the local name of Ho Chi Minh City?

Saigon. Yeah, still call it that sometimes.

It just…slips out. Even now.

It’s weird. The city changed, a long time ago, but, I don’t know, some things just stick.

Familiarity, I guess is what they call it. It’s more than that.

It’s like, part of my past is tied to that name. Saigon reminds me of my grandma’s stories. Maybe why.

• Historical Significance: Saigon was the capital of French Indochina and later South Vietnam, so the name is deeply ingrained in the country’s history. It reminds me of my childhood, growing up in District 1.

• Familiarity and Nostalgia: Old habits die hard I suppose. I always loved Tet in Saigon.

• Geographical Convenience: Even now I sometimes just need to say “Saigon River” instead of Ho Chi Minh. The old names stay because they mean something. It feels more direct than the newer name, even though it’s been Ho Chi Minh City all my life.

What is Ho Chi Minh City also known as?

Saigon… yeah, it’s Ho Chi Minh City now. But Saigon, still feels right, somehow. An echo.

It’s a city that never sleeps. I remember walking those streets, so alive. So much… happening. My grandpa used to tell stories.

• Formerly Saigon: That’s what they taught us in school.
• Economic Heart: True, money flows. It’s always flowing, crazy fast.
• Southern Hub: Yeah, everything runs through it. Or tries to. The traffic. ugh!

What is the new name for Ho Chi Minh City?

It’s late. The city sounds different at this hour. Ho Chi Minh City. Always Ho Chi Minh City. It’s stayed that way, hasn’t it? Though…Saigon. The old name… it clings, doesn’t it? A ghost in the air, a whisper on the breeze. Like a forgotten love.

That’s what it feels like, anyway. A quiet ache. Not a sadness, exactly. More of a… lingering absence. I spent my 23rd birthday there, in 2023. The heat was oppressive. Everything felt…permanent. And yet…

• No official name change. That’s the truth.
• Saigon persists, though. In my memories, at least. And probably in many others’.
• The weight of history. It sits heavy. On the streets, on the buildings. On me.

I miss the street food. The pho, especially. The smell. The noise. The city itself, a living, breathing thing. Never really changes, yet changes constantly. Always feels the same, yet different. I feel that too.

What is Ho Chi Minh City called now?

Saigon. It still feels like Saigon to me, even though they changed the name. Officially, it’s Ho Chi Minh City, of course. A mouthful. Sounds stiff, formal. Not like Saigon. Saigon has a rhythm, a pulse, a… a weight to it, you know?

The city, immense. Ten million souls, they say. Ten million stories swirling together. I felt that weight, felt it pressing down. A heat that had nothing to do with the weather.

It’s a cruel irony, really. The name change feels like… a silencing. A stripping away of something vital. Something mine.

• The official name: Ho Chi Minh City. Long, unwieldy. Feels distant.
• My name for it: Saigon. Always Saigon. Familiar.
• Population: Overwhelming. A million lives intersecting, a million unseen connections.

2023. I remember the streets, crowded, the smell of pho lingering in the air, the relentless energy. It’s all a blur, a precious blurry memory. Sometimes the memories are clear, then other times I’m just unsure.