Riding a motorbike in Vietnam is always a challenge for a foreigner. But driving on the narrowest passage across the river for me is just a whole explosion of emotions. The bike wobbles, the muddy depth is watching me from under the bridge, the wind is whispering words of cowardice in my ears. Behind me, local guys are already honking. For them I am like a turtle without the possibility of overtaking... It's scary and it's a pure delight - I'm riding a motorbike in Vietnam)