Saigon welcomed me with this madness:
(Q: How does one cross the road? A: Easy. Now I know how.)
Even on the pavement you have to walk in a predictable manner, they drive there too, fast. If pavement is available, of course, which is rarely so:
Early morning in a park:
While I was taking this picture on a riverside I noticed two women emptying three big buckets full of eels, and then throwing after them what looked like thin sheets of gold which restaurateurs use. All my attempts to find out what was going on failed, nobody could speak English.
An old woman: