‘Just close your eyes and go – that’s the rule,’ says my impeccably-spoken guide, Heuw.
Easy for him to say – he’s used to the onslaught of scooters, the boy racers, the whole families sat, toddler, dad and mum on one, the flip flops and face masks, the glamorous girlfriends in minis and Minnie Mouse shoes sitting sidesaddle behind their beaus, the bffs in matching skinny jeans, their vehicles of every colour dazzling in the afternoon sun, clutching onto their friends, hair streaming back in the wind, giving precisely zero f***s about a nervous-looking English girl who’s been trying to cross the road for the best part of half an hour.
That’s me by the way.
We are standing at the Hai Van Pass but it’s the same story everywhere in Vietnam – crossing the road is an act of faith.
If you can get past the scooters (and you will, if you walk at a steady pace, don’t stop, don’t run, they just drive… Read the full story
