My motorcycle broke down 20 minutes outside Saigon on my way north, and this amazing man stopped and tried to fix my bike for an hour before he decided to tie one end of a rope to my steering wheel and the other end around his wrist. He towed me all the way back to Saigon. He’s on the phone, trying to get a hold of someone who can fix a Minsk motorbike. His left hand is pretty swollen.
featured in romka # 8, 2013