I was looking at these kids on this big bus and I realised that it seems totally ok for me now.  

I’ve seen so many situations were the word “safety” was a concept: people burning plastic and bins outside their house without thinking about the toxicity, four people on a scooter with a new born of course without helmets or babies playing near the water on their floating houses, that I start to think that the South East Asian way of living is the normal way. Western societies’ rules obviously don’t apply here and I’m afraid to come back home and don’t understand certains things anymore. 

That brings a memory in my head… Three years ago, I came back in Paris with Faustine my travel buddy after a long trip, including one month in Vietnam. I remember us, trying to cross the street and been really disoriented. How come after one month of scary chaotic traffic jam crossed we didn’t know how to walk normally in our hometown’s area?