248 Scootin’ With the Scooters

People have been warning us for weeks about the motor scooters in Ho Chi Min City. Nearing the city these prophecies began to seem to fulfill. We stopped for lunch and had chicken legs with rice while the survivng members of the chicken family pecked around on the ground whel we ate. 

Riding in to the Hotel we’d heard of we stopped and asked directions several times. The scooters, though thick, did have that same sibilance of order that we’ve seen before except for the ones driving toward us on the wrong side.