Rain pours so hard here in Saigon. It feels like a city wash. Yet bike traffic never ceases.
Wet city streets didn’t stop weekend spontaneous racing.
Hard-earned money got washed away just as quickly as it is earned, mostly at beer stalls. People press RESET and go on. It’s not too different elsewhere.
Just differs in intensity and speed. Beer consumption is now ranked in the top 3 countries.
In life, I also noticed an army of private security at every establishment.
It is not unusual to walk into a night club, just to find yourself surrounded by people: server, waitress, security and manager.
This spontaneous entourage would empty your wallet as quickly as a New York minute.
Meanwhile, everyone else is asleep, occasionally disrupted by the sound of street racing.
And when it rains again the next…
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