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The road to Ho Chi Minh City is a dense, chaotic ribbon of life. Riding a‘ sleeper’ bus through the delta feels like being absorbed into a living organism, traffic flows like water, unpredictable but strangely intuitive. The bus constantly bleeping its horn to alert those around that something with a larger presence was coming through, regardless of the intentions of others. There was no sleeping on this bus, and I was much more thankful for it.
Ho Chi Minh City, still Saigon in the hearts of many, is where Vietnam’ s past and present collide most violently. The modern skyline rises above a city that still carries the scars of war, though they are often
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