The smell of the Dorian fruit really signifies my return to south East Asia. The streets of Ho Chi Minh hum with the motor bike engines and the constant asking of if I want to buy sun glasses, when my glasses are dark is new and amusing. It's so funny that one minute you are cocooned on the plane, sipping my new favourite tipple of whiskey and ginger and then you're walking the streets in a jet lagged haze circumnavigating the crazy roads, amputee beggars and no I know I've only just arrived but I do not want to buy a Tintin in Vietnam T-shirt (but I might be interested in a fridge magnet!!!!
Check out my small video trying to capture as many bikes as I can in 10 seconds on Instagram - follow shertzog
Check out my small video trying to capture as many bikes as I can in 10 seconds on Instagram - follow shertzog
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