Three-quarters of my life grew up in Saigon, a quarter lived in a place where I only drove a car and did not dare to ride a motorbike, but when I came back to visit this place (Saigon), I only drove a motorbike and did not dare to drive a car. .
Ahh … I drove a motor bike in Cuba. And u fell off of it. I’ll need some more practice. Thank goodness the road was not busy like the streets in Saigon. I’m looking forward to my next visit back there next year in March/April. I love my manual car here 😉
