Courtesy of Air France. Not intentional, but the itch had to be scratched.
I’d been there before, at least to Hanoi and Ho Chi Minh City, but the rest of the country remained an enigma. Plus, I’d also not been overly impressed with either city, not because of any lack of character, sights or people, but because the pollution and the endless buzzing of scooters and motorbikes got me down. I still remember taking the fight to the pavements, reminding those who used them as a passing lane – as in, everybody – that they were the preserve of pedestrians. Fortunately, the wise counsels and actions of my niece prevented any serious injury. However, there is a wildcard. I’m now the proud holder of a motorcycle license, category A1. Let the bikers of Vietnam take note.