The first thing I learned in Hanoi, Vietnam is that the red traffic light is only a suggestion. Everywhere I turned there were motor scooters and motorcycles zooming by in all directions. I had to step off the curb, into traffic with determination and divine faith like Moses parting the red sea. Vietnamese men constantly approached me on motor scooters asking if I needed a ride. I said, “sure, if can you get me safely across the street.” Tourists probably find these relentless men annoying, but being a Black man from NYC, where some cabbies go out of their way not to pick me up, I was rather flattered.