Most of my time in Vietnam were spent inside a moving vehicle traveling from one province to another; from one city to one district and small villages. Taking photos was more of a luxury than an opportunity. Three provinces, two cities in three days.
Road on our way to Hanoi. On the left is the Red River Delta.
Traffic jam on our way to Vinh Phuc Province, 50 km from Hanoi.
A moto dominated street on our way to Nam Dinh Province, a province in the Red River Delta.
Motos waiting for the green light going to Hai Duong Province, one of the most prosperous cities in North Vietnam.
Hang Dao Street in Hanoi where motos, cars, and cyclos are coming from every direction.
Have you ever thought about what protects our hearts?
Just a cage of rib bones and some other various parts.
So it's fairly simple to cut right through the mess,
and to stop the muscle that makes us confess.
And we are so fragile, and our cracking bones make noise,
and we are just, breakable, breakable, breakable...
~ Ingrid Michaelson (Breakable)