I know this blog has been somewhat fixated on motorcycles as
of late – but what a fantastic time to be alive! December in Saigon and the
weather is remarkably beautiful. Cruising around with my shiny white ILA helmet
is simply heaven. On my bike I’m meandering and weaving in and around the millions
of citizens and it’s as if I’m moving along heavens own highways.
3 months in and it’s been hard, frustrating and tiring – but
hasn’t it gone fast? It’s days like today when I suddenly realize it’s all
worth it as I’m zooming past giant billboards and the streams of people eating
and drinking on the edge of the road. Wind is cooling my face and my hand on
the throttle is the only thing that occupies my mind. Joyous.
There’s no end to my elation. I can’t help chattering in
broken Vietnamese to every person I meet. A quick thank you for stopping at my
floor in the elevator, an eloquent ‘thank you very much' to the cookie lady,
everyone appears beautiful and warm to me and in my mind there’s just no ugliness
in the world. Moments like this come rarely. When they come, they sure do hit.
