Rush Hanoi Rush!
A call woke me up today. It was one of the tenants in my apartment. She told me that my bike, parked in our basement, was leaking. Gasoline was all over the basement floor and the place’s now reeking the smell of it.

That’s the perpetrator shown in the picture. A Honda Super Cub from the 70s. Actually, no. I sold that bike a year ago because being a vintage bike, it’s broken all the time. Then I bought a new one, a Chinese knockoff called Fonda Super Cub. It looks exactly the same like that old bike in the picture, even with the same egg-yolk color, only a tad chubbier. And now it’s leaking.
I know that there’s no way that I would have the time this morning to bring the leaking bike to a sửa chửa xe (garage), so I decided to take a xe ôm (motorcycle taxi) to the office.
Not having to drive, I was able to capture some pictures of Hanoian rush hour from the back of my xe ôm. All was taken at around 8 o’clock in the morning.

Not as intense as imagined, eh?

That’s Ho Chi Minh’s mausoleum.

Still not too bad…

Then suddenly it started to pile up…

A policeman, trying to control the traffic…

Hanoi’s summer fashion for girls

More summer fashion…

Rush rush busy street rush!
Bonus: To fully capture the ambiance, here’s the sound of traffic in Vietnam taken from http://www.goingslowly.com/bicycle-touring-in-southeast-asia/, two cyclers writing about their bicycle adventure all around SEA (read the blog, I personally love it!)






