You know, one of of those moments where you read something and it reminds you of something else? Here’s the excerpt that reminded me of that video above. It’s from Catfish and Mandala, a book that my sister has recommended to me a few times and that I’m finally reading ahead of my trip to Vietnam.
Nobody gives way to anybody. Everyone just angles, points, dives directly toward his destination, pretending it is an all-or-nothing gamble. People glare at one another and fight for maneuvering space. All parties are equally determined to get the right-of-way–insist on it. They swerve away at the last possible moment, giving scant inches to spare. The victor goes forward, no time for a victory grin, already engaging in another contest of will. Saigon traffic is Vietnamese life, a continuous charade of posturing, bluffing, fast moves, tenacity, and surrenders.