I left five degree Vancouver and arrived in thirty degree Ho Chi Minh City to discover it’s really scooter city.
On my first day, I took a stroll to Ben Nghe River where Styrofoam undulated with water plants as boats moved upstream. Fishers lined the walkway with their rods and nets.
Crossing roads was a challenge. While cars and scooters weaved around me ignoring the zebra crossings, the worst was to come. I thought I was safe on the footpath, but I soon learned — not in HCMC. When traffic slowed drivers zoomed on to the footpath. At one stage I found myself squeezed between two scooters going in the opposite direction.