Seeing as I’d never been to Vietnam before, the chaotic capital of Ho Chi Minh caught me off guard as Kyal and I exited the airport. I knew Saigon — the city’s former name — was full of hustle and bustle. Kyal had told me. Lonely Planet had told me. Any and every other travel guide had told me. But when the taxi drivers swarmed towards us, I truly understood what everyone meant.
The city is racing in fifth gear while I’m dawdling in second. Well, not literally. Because of the high population, congestion is insane but also mesmerising. The streets are organised chaos: pedal bikes, scooters, trucks, cars, tourist buses, local buses and pedestrians weave together. No hassle, no fuss. Just a quick honk of the horn to let people know you’re present.