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Stopped to take some shots of the tropical storm and decided to shoot some of the car while I was at it. I love this car=}
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On each Saigon city bus is a bossy middle-aged lady who serves as ticket taker, GPS navigation system, yenta/gossip, bullhorn and Führer. Sometimes I think it's the same penguin-sized lady who commandeers all the bus lines. Oh, and last but not least, is her very important role as the bus "signal light". Here as you can see she's furiously signaling right and people are waiting to get on. If traffic is really thick, she will hang her body full-mast out the window and shout til the Red Sea parts.
(I still haven't figured out why riders are often directed to enter at the back of the city bus rather than the front. As for exit, it's any door through which you can get out. Whether it's ingress or egress, as with all Saigon city buses, it's good to be quick on your feet because they don't really stop).
One day, while on one of my regular jaunts to the countryside to photograph water buffaloes, I witnessed our dedicated driver's assistant charge off the bus and kick a gaggle of sleepy hens out of our path. Although the lady was not one to suffer foolish poultry gladly, she was not without a rollicking sense of humor. Later on that trip, our bus hit an emergency ambulance; 'twas really just a pat on the caboose but you can be sure there was enough impact to rattle the poor bastard in traction inside. The bus driver's assistant was so delighted by all this that she led us all in extended cheers, jeers and catcalls. Now how often does a staid old maid like me get to participate in futbol-style hooliganism? I shall treasure this memory forever!
(lo-res, Nokia E71)