...of Ann's motorbike as we careen along the roundabout. Members of our caravan weave in and out of view, discussing our plans for the evening. Adam's distracted by a tandem pair of miniskirts and speeds up alongside them to chat.
Short exchanges, fleeting glances, obstacles, exhaust, pursuit. Driving around is an end unto itself in Saigon. In a city where private space is pure fantasy and even the rats snarl out from every last cranny, all you've got to do is kick start your motor to jump aboard the high-speed space-time express of the road, and suddenly you're nowhere. And the image of you holding on tight to your guy (or girl) is just a blur, and your conversation with any other shooting star rests on a wavelength all it's own, spread long across the city like a record spun too slow.
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You rock my world.
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but anyway, your blog is fun to read.
-Zuri
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