If a city had a heartbeat, in Saigon you would find it in District One.

Along the Saigon River, in the shadow of the surrounding high rises, thousands of motorbikes mix with shipping lorries and pedestrians creating a sound that displaces most every other. A crush of the old world and new. Crossroads to many cultures playing out in real-time around me.

Despite it all, bicycles still hold a place here finding space along the side streets and alleys. A throwback to a simpler time mirrored in the aging architecture along every narrow street. Searching for them there is where I head today. A welcome respite to the chaos just a block away. A chance to relax and start seeing again. Pushing everything else aside and taking a deep breath. Now let’s start exploring.