HO CHI MINH CITY
We were chauffeured from the busy Tan Son Nhat International Airport in a car, and for 40 minutes to our hotel, the city of Ho Chi Minh passed by our windows like stereoscopic images. Unlimited reels of hectic new Saigon merging with the city’s old structures. Historical buildings torn down to give way to monuments which seem out of place, as if the city wanted to replace the memory of colonisation and the cruel wars over the last century.
Motorbikes, the most affordable alternative to public transport, are numerous, adding to the traffic chaos by zooming amongst cars and appearing from all directions on what are supposedly pedestrian walkways. With road signs that merely seem to be suggestions and not instructions, traffic flows exist with an almost telepathic understanding amongst road users crisscrossing each other’s path.