The Final Motorbike Diaries: Living the Vietnam Motorbike Life
I’m not sure how it happened, but somewhere along the way, I became one of them. I wear a jacket (boiling inside), a mask, and…
I’m not sure how it happened, but somewhere along the way, I became one of them. I wear a jacket (boiling inside), a mask, and…
You all know, I am fascinated with the motorbike culture in Vietnam. I’ve taken many hours watching traffic in complete amazement. I have tried to capture…
No matter how hard I try, I just can’t do it. I lose the mental battle every time. I tell myself to be calm, patient,…
Mirror, mirror on the motorbike…what are you for? I used to think they were obvious: check behind you, check your blind spot, stay aware. Simple….
Traffic in Saigon has a way of making you question every life choice you’ve ever made. One minute you’re cruising along, feeling like a seasoned…
Traffic Laws in Vietnam are sort of like Santa Claus…not very real. Every time I climb onto my motorbike in Saigon, I have this fleeting…
I’m going to state the obvious – I’m a girl. What I mean by that is I can exhibit typical girl traits at times, especially…
My Vietnamese motorbike license has finally arrived, which means one thing: bribery actually works. See, you learn something new every day in Vietnam. Of course,…
It was the weekend, and that meant only one thing: time to hop on my motorbike and dive back into the sea of two wheels…
The motorbike in my living room has been… well, mostly a piece of furniture lately. It’s been parked for five solid days. Not a sputter,…