|Well that took me back 12 years to the chaotic roads of rural Vietnam, where looking out of the window is not a sensible option if you like to keep your underwear clean. Somehow we survived and live to tell the tale. Suffered a corporate kidnapping in the evening, taken straight from sweaty factory to their favourite restaurant in the city and force fed food you would generally prefer to avoid. Managed to change flight to first flight out in the morning and now back in the civilisation of HCM. Still the weekend is here and Honk Gong beckons.