Scars, Buses, and Pho: How Saigon Made Me a Traveller
I think it was in Ho Chi Minh City, (Saigon) that I grew into being a traveller. I was crossing the road at a busy intersection and walked decisively, watching where I was going as the motorcycles flowed past me, and as I got to the other side I thought – yep, I’m a traveller now.
