Outside of food, coffee and Applesauce (a person), there was only a few things on my agenda here in Sai Gon; one was a motorbike. Ride around Sai Gon, testing my skill and luck. Not athletic at all and my track record has more crashes than falls, but I tell you; I see more accidents in LA traffic on a daily, than this madness in which everyone is constantly inches away from bloody disasters. And they are always inches away because they pay mad attention to their surroundings, much like massive hordes of fish in the ocean, swimming in every direction and never colliding with each other. As if it's in their DNA, from old pops on a trolley to school kids no older than their day. I saw one bumper-to-bumper, a skinny brother lightly tapped on this auntie's license plate. But boy did she go out for his blood and make a soup out of it. The boy could only hold on to his helmet as she slapped him nonsense. God I love being in this traffic.
Of course it's no pleasure cruise; one; you could die. Easily. They'd rather kill you than hurt. Two; the indochina sun so merciless I wish I wore a skirt. The tan I've got on my arms is two-tone, and my body I'll leave up to your imagination. Three; the city is a maze. On top of unfamiliar street names and fucking roundabouts, G Maps get often confused and leads you to some nerve-racking sharp turns and the worst of all, is late. I'm on earbuds so I don't have to go one-handed like Grab-boys, but a lot of times you need a visual. It also doesn't allow you to make illegal U-turns so when you miss a street, it kicks you into some hood alleys where grannys got chickens by their feet.
Speaking of Grandmas; in or outside of the city proper, I make sure to grab a coffee, sit down in the sun, and observe powerful characters on the street being who they be. I hate to come off ageist, but the older they get, the less fucks they seem to give. How refreshing. Makes me wanna live. Makes my worries seem small. Reminds me to stand and/or sit tall. Also to watch where you're going 'cause you could easily fall. Don't be so confident with your judo roll. The majority that you'll meet here are probably "less-fortunate" than we are in the states (and Japan), but I'm also think that they've their life priorities straight. Every time I come here I feel my cynicism evaporate, my senses elavate and about all of this I want to elaborate. Like I am doing now.
Sai Gon thrills me. Next time I come she might kill me but until then, she continues to heal me.
Soundchaser/two-time Independent Music Awards finalist. Currently travelblogging at #beatvagabond and working on new material.