The Streets of Vietnam

Ah, the streets of Vietnam. Never a dull moment. The vibrancy of Saigon - now known as Ho Chi Minh - where the sounds of motorbikes fill the air from dawn till well after dusk.

I saw this lady taking a moment amongst the chaos. A morning coffee, a moment of stillness as bikes whizzed past in all directions. What I at times found overwhelming she had seen so many times.

In the delightful streets of Hoi An, where push bikes almost outnumber the motor bikes, I captured a bride and groom cycling past, photographer in tow. Of course. And the bride managed it all in high heels.

I love these road markers. They are all over Vietnam, adding a nostalgic touch as they spell out distances.

What other way to transport goods? I saw motor bikes carrying many things, from blocks of ice to baskets filled with chickens.

Six on a bike was not an unusual sight. Or else elegantly dressed women in heels sitting side-saddle behind their boyfriends.

A common site through Vietnam. Often stirring words and music came from the loudspeakers, but unfortunately I found no one to translate for me. At other times it sounded like Vietnamese muzak.

Bikes need to be parked somewhere. How the riders remember where their bikes lie amongst the sea which fill the streets borders on a minor miracle.

Yet there are always quiet spots, such as the side streets in Hoi An.

And then there is the coffee. Find a road-side stall, sit on plastic chairs at a rickety table, sip on a coffee laced with condensed milk, and watch the world go by. Ah, the streets of Vietnam.

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