Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam

The Motorbike Diaries – Vol. 1

3 Comments 04 March 2009

Commuting in HCMC

Commuting in HCMC

Yes, you have all heard about the movie Motorcycle Diaries; Che Guevara and his epic motorcycle journey through South America. No, the title of this post wasn’t a typo. I’ve decided that since conquering my fear of driving in Ho Chi Minh City seems to be something I think about 24/7, I might as well write about it.   The Motorbike Diaries will chronical my epic journey to becoming a part of Vietnamese culture and driving among them….the locals that is.

Motorbikes represent modern Vietnamese culture. They represent freedom; freedom to move about. They represent everything that is right, and everything that is wrong with this country in some weird way.  Increasing wealth, family, pollution, chaos, and immense patience.

For the past 5 months I’ve been getting around HCMC via a Xe-Om (pronounced Say Ohm). In English we would simply call it a motorbike taxi. However I’ve heard that the actual English translation means ‘motorbike hug’ and I adore that description. There’s something about it that makes me smile. It’s true though, when riding on back of a motorbike you do become quite ‘friendly’ with the driver. Imagine if you were in NYC and instead of getting into the back of a taxi, you go sit on the taxi drivers lap! It’s cozy.

One of my favorite xe-om drivers!

One of my favorite xe-om drivers!

Over the past 5 months I’ve chosen a few regular Xe-Om drivers. Kind of like a personal driver I suppose, but it’s not quite that elegant.  Basically you just hope that they know and respect you well enough that they don’t show up drunk.  One of my drivers even took me out and tried to teach me how to drive his motorbike with him on the back. I kept wondering if he understood if he was working his way out of a job if he taught me how to ride myself?! Most of my regular guys are good – but they are like any other taxi drivers around the world. They are always in a hurry and think that they are Steve McQueen racing through the streets of San Francisco…a bit terrifying at times.

In addition to wanting some freedom to drive myself , and to not have to ‘hug’ strangers any longer – there’s another reason I have decided to conquer my fear.  Drum roll please………………..I hate fear. I don’t want to fear anything. I don’t want to be an outsider any longer. I don’t want to be a wimp any longer. I said I was going to learn to drive a motorbike, and damit – I’m going to.

Keep following along to see what happens…even I don’t know how this adventure will end! As a side note – at least I do have medical insurance!

Get your own Vietnam Motorbike License and get out on the streets!

Liked what you read, then keep reading!

The Motorbike Diaries – Vol.2

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3 Comments so far

  1. You need to know how to ride a bike in Vietnam, I would say it ‘s a must. Unless you have money to buy car, then you don’t have to learn to ride.

  2. Lathan says:

    I traveled North to South Vietnam in 2009 what a fantastic trip I would recommend it to any body… esp if you are stuck in life.

  3. We live in vietnam for a while, and I must say to cruise on your Honda around Saigon is one of the coolest and nicest experience I ever had.
    also , if you dare, i to take a Xe om. these are motorbike riders that you an find on each road corner and are willing to bring you for a dollar to your hotel


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I'm Sherry, a corporate cube dweller turned nomadic traveler. I travel to off-the-beaten-path destinations to bring you unique travel experiences and photography. But it's not just about travel, it's also about life experiences of a middle age wanderer.
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