Having said that, I was lucky enough to work for a month once in Hanoi in the days before cars and motorcycles and everyone commuted on bicycles. It was magical looking down from my hotel window to see hundreds (thousands?) of cyclists silently moving past and even more amazing to see two streams of cyclists at a crossroads surging silently through one another without any collisions or altercations. One of life's great memories - mysteries. Don't recall any bells there though.
|Cyclists in Hanoi 1990|