The other day I traveled to Cần Giờ, approximately 40 km south east of Ho Chi Minh City. Taking the motorbike, I left the city early with the first sun rays peaking through the cloudy sky. It seems though, that the people of HCM never sleep. At seven in the morning it feels as busy and crowded in the streets like at any other time of the day.
Finding the way out of the city is the ticky part of the journey. There are no visible signs – or at least none which I was aware of. Leaving the city via district seven (Q7), and taking the fairy, I was out of town on the other side within an hour. On my arrival there it was immediately clear that here the clock of time and life is using a different rhythm. Much less crowded, only a few motorbikes, and incredibly much space, allowing for big, open streets, I travelled almost by myself.
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