On top of a small mountain, 3km away from our house, there is a Giant Jesus (that’s what the Lonely Planet guidebook calls the statue). In fact the statue is called Christ of Vũng Tàu. The statue is 36 meters high (6 meters taller than the famous Brazilian) and has a wingspan of 18.3 meters. On Saturdays we like to bypass the gym and go on a nice run outside and running along the coast to Jesus seems like a good idea. The only issue is that you need to wear more appropriate clothes than running attire to go up to the statue so we packed some clothes in a backpack to throw on over our clothes. We set out on our run and as usual it was hot and humid. By the time we got to the base of the stairs to throw on our clothes we were pretty sweaty but we were ready to take the 900 steps up to the top.
As we were walking up the sweating continued, through my dress. I garnered more than a few stares and the jury’s still out if it was due to my appearance of a sweaty mess or a Westerner. As we got closer everyone else was starting to look quite sweaty too so we began to fit in. Once to the statue we decided to go up into the statue. The statue was definitely built for the average sized Vietnamese person, not the over-sized American person. We managed to squeeze up to the top and were rewarded with a beautiful view from his outstretched arms.