Luckily my driver was very nice and paid attention when I told him to go verrry slowly, so I survived to tell the tale. However, I didn't think I would, so that is what you call a brave smile and not one of joy.
Tuesday, 17 June 2008
Unfortunately, in some parts of Vietnam the only way to get around (apart from on foot, bien sur) is on the back of someone's motorbike. I managed to avoid this frankly terrifying experience until yesterday, when we arrived in Saigon and needed to get to the Museum of War Remnants, which was an unreasonably long walk away.