Only for Sakinah, I pillion Mr Kien and rode into the city to Butterfly Souvenir Shop. The ride got me excited as it would be my first hand account of riding a bike in Ho Chin Minh City Vietnam. It would allow me a taste of the heart attacks which they were probably immune now.
Now I understand why they cover their faces when they ride. The smell from the exhaust was overwhelming. Luckily I was not asthmatic at the moment. Else I would have fallen off the bike. In fact I felt like spitting but i reckon it wouldnt be wise of me to spit. You know, it may just flew back and it another rider. THEY ARE EVERYWHERE!!
When we rode home, I took some short videos of our ride home. This is how they do it. I should have taken the video of when we went there. Mr Kien, for the sake of speed and time, pavement pun boleh!