Most Vietnamese can't afford a car so they make do with a motorbike. The streets are a constant stream of old scooters coughing black exhaust into the air as they carry monks in orange robes, parents and their babies, school children, pregnant women, farmers with livestock, street vendors and just about everything else you can imagine from place to place.
There are no crosswalks and road rules are not enforced (unless you count the occasional cop looking for some pocket change). For tourists, getting from one side of the street to the other generally goes something like "one, two, three, RUN!" The drivers usually yield in time.
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