I was warned about Hanoi’s traffic.
“Cars won’t stop for you.”
“It’s madness.”
“I just walk and try not to look.”
I was expecting the worst. Instead, because many of the main streets were one way and there were plenty of traffic lights that motorists obeyed, I found crossing streets far easier than Ho Chi Minh City.
There were only a couple of motorbike riders who road the footpaths whereas in Saigon, they had been a constant hazard.
Was this why I found crossing roads far easier, even in the Old Quarter? Or was it that after seven weeks in Vietnam, I had just grown accustomed to traffic turmoil?
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