Upon seeing bundle-laden pedestrians crossing bustling avenues flooded with motorbikes, buses and cars, someone asked Luc, “How do you cross the street safely here?”
“You start at a curve or light where vehicles must slow down. Then step out and keep moving steadily forward. Don’t stop. Don’t run. Don’t back up!”
And, upon seeing traffic piled up for blocks, Luc said “One of Saigon’s specialties is the traffic jam. Some motorcycle drivers think that red lights are just a suggestion!”
In the morning, people gathered for coffee along the streets. One man napped on his motorbike, while another, barefoot, lounged on his, sipping coffee and reading a paper.
Meanwhile, the ubiquitous motorbikes ooze, sift and creep through the masses, sometimes riding on sidewalks to gain space, often running red lights or squeezing between our bus and the cars in the next lane. Some carry crates, animals or heavy loads. One carried a family of five. Well-dressed women sit sidesaddle behind a driver, maybe on their phones or with their hands serenely resting on their lap in the midst of morning traffic.
Though the pulse of Saigon is best felt on the street, observing its rhythms from the bus window put the heartbeat of the city in perspective.