I snapped this photo when we were in Saigon. We were walking from the war museum to the monument marking the spot where the Buddhist monk Thích Quảng Đức burned himself to death in June of 1963 to protest persecution of Buddhists by the South Vietnamese government.
We had made a decision to not buy any data for our phones, mostly because we didn’t want to be those people who traveled halfway across the world, only to stare like zombies at the same little screen we could see back home. That decision meant we were using old-fashioned paper maps to find our way around. Sometimes when we were a bit lost and asked people for directions, they looked at our map then looked at us like we were nuts and suggested politely we just use our phone.
Navigating by the inaccurate little hotel map, we overshot our destination, and that’s how it happened we came upon the hydro nightmare in the photo. It’s just like Saigon, over-the-top. The city is vast and sprawling. High-test. Overwhelming. Eight and a half million people live there and it seems as if they’re all out on their motorbikes at once.