There are so many fascinating images in Vietnam that appear and vanish in seconds. It's impossible to capture them on camera due to their fleeting nature, but I'll do my best to describe an image I saw recently.
It's raining. Pouring, tropical, driving rain. I'm riding my motorbike, peering through the rain with slitted eyes, dodging traffic. I am a stranger in a strange land. I look up and see someone driving towards me on my side of the street, all the way on the edge of the lane. He's a young guy, early 20s. His expression is one of grim determination as he battles the rain en route to his destination. His long-sleeved T-shirt reads, in enormous block letters "DISARM SADDAM NOW." In the blink of an eye he's gone.
There are eight million stories in the naked city. I just saw one of them.