Quote: (03-11-2015 07:05 PM)MaleDefined Wrote:
Do not stop for the police in Vietnam. Yes, I know that goes against everything you've ever been taught, but there is no chance of some sort of police chase. The guys there are low on the totem pole, and don't have the means to chase you down.
The beige-uniformed cops with the white batons are real cops.
That said, I don't disagree with the advice to not stop for them. They hold authority over Vietnamese citizens and they spend all day shaking them down for small bribes. But they don't speak English so I think that stopping tourists sets up a situation where the cop loses face.
In my 7 weeks of riding in Vietnam I was instructed to pull over twice. They do this by pointing the white baton at you. Here is the more interesting of the two stories:
When riding from Vinh to Hanoi I was not paying close enough attention to the road signs. When I passed over a nice 4 lane divided highway I noticed that the highway had big signs with an outline of a motorbike, circled in red with a diagonal line through it. I don't read Vietnamese, but I get the meaning. Then about two seconds later I realize that the road I am on is a loop which puts me on that "no motorbike" road. No exit, and I don't feel like turning around and riding against one way traffic for 1/4 mile. Shit.
I get on this road and just start hauling ass. I am the only motorbike on this road and people notice me. Everybody notices me. I am not only the only motorbike on the road, but I am the biggest motherfucker that any of them has seen this week and I am wearing a fluorescent green motorcycle jacket in the heat. I have this little piece of shit 100cc Chinese Honda Win clone pinned wide open, crouched low, hoping an exit shows up soon. I was actually passing quite a few vehicles on this road, surprisingly.
I rode about 4 miles, no exits, then I see the traffic cops set up on the right side of the road. It is the same kind of setup you would see in the US, one cop out front and then a cluster of them set up a hundred yards down the road writing tickets. The cop out front gives me a puzzled look and then points the baton at me. I have a second to think and I decide to just leave the throttle pinned and dummy up if they want to chase me down. Fortunately, none of the cops in the cluster paid any attention to me and I kept going.
There was an exit about 4 miles farther. I took that and enjoyed fighting traffic going into Hanoi.
Here is a photo of the traffic cops, complete with motorcycle and white baton. These are the ones set up at the southeast corner of Hoan Kiem Lake in Hanoi. These guys wear the same uniform in the South and in the North. They have vehicles and carry sidearms. They are real cops, not mall cops.