The plane arrived in Ho Chi Minh City two hours late and it was almost 12 o'clock. If the taxi couldn't get a taxi, I had to take a motorcycle to the city and take the night bus at 1 o'clock to Da Lat Đà Lạt. When I arrived in the urban area, I caught up with the mighty army of motorcycles celebrating the (draw) after the football match. After various road closures, I turned left and right and finally arrived at the night station. If I was five minutes later, I would not be able to catch up...