Hoi An Vietnam, the streets bustle with bikes along the river in the early morning hours. The warmly painted buildings provided a lovely backdrop.
Public transport in Guinea, West Africa consists almost entirely of "bush taxis" -- decrepit Peugeots abandoned decades ago by Europeans, driven across the Sahara and patched together with electrical tape and sheer determination. Uncomfortable would be an understatement and you never know when - or if - you'll arrive, but you can't help but bond with your fellow passengers and learn to laugh at all the absurd adventures of the road.
It once took me 31 hours to cover 200 kilometers between Guinea and Mali.
The Detroit People Mover is a small elevated rail line that circles downtown in just 13 stops, looping around the city's old buildings.
The Detroit Opera House and Ford Field, seen beyond the looping tracks of the Detroit People Mover.
Wandering through the main market in Hoi An a large number of similarly dressed women passed by. These four linked arms and marched on together.
Vietnam's Halong Bay is a UNESCO World Heritage site characterized by beautiful islands. As I watched this determined old woman rowing across an open expanse of water as she has probably done many times, I was reminded of how rarely we travel long distances under our own power.
Saigon motorcyclists temporarily stopped - in a dramatic break with tradition - at a red light.
Surrounded by speeding motorcycles on a pedestrian crossing in Hanoi.
Lining up for a busy intersection in central Saigon.
Central Hanoi: The only thing scarier than crossing the street in Vietnam is crossing the street in Vietnam at night.