Commerce lessons continued with my walks, dinner and then evening walk.
Sidewalks are not for motorbike parking. However, people set up shops on the sidewalks and charge to watch your motor bike and presumably to park. When I asked our guide about this he explained that the police occasionally come by and pick up all the bikes. He then did a Viet shrug/laugh.
Saw on one street, a main one, a person with his family, included two kids playing and soliciting for moeny' with a very small shop, very. Just a bike pump and four old tires. Presumably for fixing flats of motorbikes as they whiz by. Four tires, one old pump and no overhead.
Met the two other bikers, father and son. Viet vet and his 30 year old son. He lives in Venura and his son in San Fran. So much for another culture.
The city at night, Saturday night, was alight with lights and even more people – maybe most of the 8 million who live in the area. Traffic watching is exciting and a good passtime. 12000 traffic deaths a year. No idea how many accidents.
Dinner, photo of kitchen, included.
BTW – the man in the blue shirt (of the previous post) is a abstract of a regional steamed dish; name not sayable.
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