After the regimen of our air travel to Vietnam, the near-chaos of Ho Chi Min City traffic left a distinct impression. The enduring image is of a mother zooming through traffic on her scooter with one child riding pillion with a satchel under his arm and another, no more than two years old, in the petrol tank – both children quite asleep.
The only rule I could discern was, “Hold your course, no matter what; that way people can dodge around you without hitting you.”
We adopted this as a stratagem for making our way across the scooter-ridden streets and it seemed to work.
In daylight the cars and trucks were less menacing, and the next morning we took ourselves on a walking tour that took in the old French Colonial Post Office, Reunification Palace, War Relics Museum and Markets