How did the chicken cross the road? (hint: you need think like a fish and act like a turtle, forget the chicken)
The chicken doesn't cross the road in the city in Vietnam. Chickens get squashed. Or the chicken makes it across the road leaving a path of chaos and wreckage and sour attitudes behind it. Traffic here is a living, breathing thing. In this thing, Traffic, there are different entities. This may get a bit silly, so just close your eyes and use your imagination with me for a bit. Imagine a nice, clear moving stream running, at a good pace, in one direction. Next to it, an exact replica of this stream, running in the opposite direction. Clear water, green riverbanks, sun is out, clouds dotting the sky, very peaceful. This is the road. at 3 a.m. Maybe. Enter the shark, this could be a full size bus, a dump truck, a vehicle of size. The shark cruises down the stream doing whatever it wants. It owns the road and nothing argues with the sharks (I know there are not sharks in rivers, but remember use your imagination). Now enter the red drum, they sometimes school ...