Scooters in Ho Chi Mihn.... like nothing I've ever seen

Getting around Ho Chi Mihn is like Frogger on drugs. To cross the street is an act in blind faith in whatever almighty being you believe in. Seriously. You just have to step out in to the road and walk no matter what sort of huge chunk metal is coming screaming your way. It just won't hit you. It might miss you by 1/8th of an inch and leave shit marks in your underwear, but you won't die. In certain parts of the city they actually have tourist police to help us white folks cross the road. Luckily I have Montreal j-walking blood in my veins, but for everyone else... good luck.

I haven't been taking all that many shots photos yet... I feel awkward whipping out my camera and shooting... odd but true. I have taken a video of some of the scooter madness. Every green light is like the beginning of the Paris - Dakar motorcycle rallye. And I've deduced that all things motorized here run on horn. Yes... I think the sound of the horn is the biofuel of Vietnam. Seriously, they just drive down the street honking their horns as if it was the only means to propulse them forward. Even if there is no one else around they're driving and honking. It's awesome. Also, the Vietnamese seem to be the orignators of the as many people on a bike as possible circus act. I've see as many as 5 to 6 people on a Vespa scooter. Baby on the handlebars, small kid standing behind the steering, dad is driving, another little kid sitting between the mom and dad on the back seat and aother child in a backpack on the moms back. AND They're all weaving in and out of the traffic a million miles per hour!!!!!! Then they get all smiley and gawking when they see two white guys driving on a scooter! Actually the baby on the handlebars is a bit of an exageration BUT if I did see this, it would not surprise me in the least.