I got through customs and immigration without a hitch. After picking up my bag, I walked out of the airport and heard my name being called. It was my aunt and uncles. We did the customary greetings and then headed into a taxi. Everything was almost what I remembered from 10 years ago, with the streets packed with motorcycles-mopeds and a few cars and taxis sandwiched in between. Vietnam was less about sightseeing and more about seeing the family I haven't seen in over a decade!
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