If Vietnam is anything, it is busy; very busy!
Traffic is a constant blaring of horns and flashing of headlamps. Crossing the street is an adventure that has nothing to do with crosswalks and traffic lights. To cross, you simply move slowly onto the street and allow the cars and motorcycles to just swarm around you much like a school of fish passing you on a reef. Most important that you move slowly so the drivers can judge where you will be when they get there. If you wait for a light you will still be there!
The market is everywhere! Sidewalks are for markets and parking of motorcycles.
The infrastructure is simply scary. If you understand anything at all about electricity, Vietnam will scare the hell out of you!Wiring just seems to flow at total random in all directions.
Air pollution is an issue and you see many folks wearing masks.
There is also great beauty in Vietnam.
These silk hand embroideries were stunning but I fear the artists who did these reaped little of the benefit.
We visited the presidential palace which is a beautiful reminder of the French colonial period; saw the simple home near the palace where Ho Chi Minh lived; and noted that even in his backyard, Coca Cola rules! From the Vietnamese people we have met prior to going to Vietnam, we did not expect to feel any animosity towards Americans relative to the war years. We did not find any.