Things that go Brrooom in the night

Ahh, a mis-spent youth. Isn't it great to be free when your a kid - a teenage rebel has no fears, no barriers in their world. Unfortunately, I do. Fears such as being kept awake half the night and then being exhausted the next day at work......amazing how quickly one becomes a grumpy old man. In this case however, it may be justified. My apartment block sits by a canal. The canal has some green areas adjacent to it, which the youth of HCMC love to take advantage of.

The green tarpaulin laid out on the ground is what they slept on. This is about 5.30am, dawn. The boys have just finished about twenty minutes of racing their bikes up and down, up and down, up and down the same hundred meter stretch. They go up, turn around, come back again. Their bikes are bloody loud. Usually this occurs in the middle of the night. Not often, I'm sure the nightracers have plenty of spots mapped out around the city.

Just across the other side of the canal, we have some kids living in concrete pipes. And I mean living. Must be two weeks now and counting.

So with a motorbike drag race on one side and a bunch of sleep-away-semi-homeless kids gathered on the other, nothing can stop this guy from his bizarre exercise routine that most Vietnamese have picked up from somewhere. It involves a lot of shaking, twisting, turning and flapping, but not much actual exercise. Enough to get the blood pumping I suppose!