They came at us out of the golden haze of rising dust -- a steady flow of roaring bikes. The helmeted and masked riders could see as little as we could. It was a wonder that when the dust finally settled, no accident marred the scene. If ever there was an image that conveys the mood and atmosphere of rural Vietnam it is this one – an abstraction boiling life down to a puddle and band of shadowy figures lost in the dust. Existence in such places as this can be primitive at times and the atmosphere conveyed in this image brings it down to exactly that.