The movie of my life

Kathmandu was a kinder garden compared to Hanoi. Yes, Hanoi has sidewalks, but they are used to park motorcycles. I don't think I've really seen people in Hanoi walking. They just go on their motorcycle between places. They even park inside their home!

I'm trying to follow Lonely Planet's instructions for crossing the road. Basically "don't panic" when traffic is coming directly at you. I just walk and look at the upcoming traffic, increasing my speed when they veer behind me and stopping when they horn.

This far I'm still alive. But the movie of my life did pass in front of my eyes more than once. Since it has become quite long, and the next screening here might be five minutes away, I started watching the trailer instead.