Motorbikes and Vietnam

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As a child, I can remember visiting Vietnam a few times, as my dad is Vietnamese and it was a relevant destination. My first memories of motorbikes in Vietnam are of squeezing 5 of us on one, all the kids in the middle laughing at being squished together. I can remember that they fit together like a strange jigsaw, all the bikes going every which way, yet it worked. For me, being on the back of the bike with my dad driving wasn’t much different to Australia, where he also owned a bike and spent afternoons taking us on joy rides around the area. It was fun and fast, a treat at the end of a school day and in Vietnam it felt the same, just a means to get from A to B with my dad, a bit of fun.

The last time I visited Vietnam I think I…

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