Ho Chi Minh City was the first stop Yue and I made in southeast asia. Coming from a summer of travel in Shanghai and Taipei, the biggest culture shock was how chaotic the groundlevel of the city felt. The streets are filled with weaving scooters who, carrying more things on their backs than I would feel comfortable having in a car, dodge blase pedestrians, teetering bicyclists, raging automobiles, roaming street dogs, and, most impressively, Yue and me.
