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Pollution in Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam

Air pollution data from World Health Organization Info
PM1058
PM2.527
PM10 Pollution Level: High

Pollution in Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam

Air Pollution
89.00 Very High
Drinking Water Pollution and Inaccessibility
64.17 High
Dissatisfaction with Garbage Disposal
79.87 High
Dirty and Untidy
79.30 High
Noise and Light Pollution
69.33 High
Water Pollution
78.07 High
Dissatisfaction to Spend Time in the City
77.24 High
Dissatisfaction with Green and Parks in the City
68.54 High

Purity and Cleanliness in Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam

Air quality
11.00 Very Low
Drinking Water Quality and Accessibility
35.83 Low
Garbage Disposal Satisfaction
20.13 Low
Clean and Tidy
20.70 Low
Quiet and No Problem with Night Lights
30.67 Low
Water Quality
21.93 Low
Comfortable to Spend Time in the City
22.76 Low
Quality of Green and Parks
31.46 Low

Contributors: 127

Last update: May 2018

These data are based on perceptions of visitors of this website in the past 3 years.

If the value is 0, it means it is perceived as very low, and if the value is 100, it means it is perceived as very high.

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4 Comments so far

#tourist on Feb 05, 2016 :
A good alternatieve would be if people in HCM start using electric bikes. You already see them in several Vietnam cities, like Hanoi or smaller towns like Hoi Ann. Bikes in HCN are really killing, pollution and noise is terrible
#Louis Nguyen on Jan 29, 2015 :
All the comments above are right. I'm a Vietnamese, I am living in Saigon, honestly, it's really terrible :(
#Anonymous on Jan 28, 2015 :
I came to Ho Chi Minh City back in 2004. Within less than a year, I developed some small respiratory issues and returned to my home country.

I came back again in 2006. After about half a year, I was fed up with the pollution again, and moved to Vung Tau.

It was pretty good when I stayed there on and off till 2009. Then I went to Danang, and I got bronchitis from all the pollution there downtown. I left in a couple months.

I went back to my home country, recuperated, and returned to Ho Chi Minh City in late 2010. The first year there was fine as I stayed in a remote district, technically not a district but a suburb. The second, third and fourth year afterwards things got progressively worse for me healthwise in Ho Chi Minh City as I was first diagnosed pre-asthma and then about a year later allergic asthmatic.

I now am severely irritated/somewhat allergic to pollen, incense, smoke, tobacco smoke (this one has always been an issue for me though), mold and dust.

I can say the development of Vietnam in the past ten years has directly caused my health conditions, as pollution ramped up and my body slowly lost the ability to filter it out.

My recommendation: stay away from Vietnam and other countries where the environment takes a backseat on public policy and the mind of its citizens.
#Anonymous on Dec 22, 2014 :
It's not just air pollution that Vietnamese people don't care about. A man was angle grinding a new metal fence on the street three houses over, and the noise was so loud that me and my friend couldn't hear each other talking even with all our windows closed and sitting in a room at the opposite side of our building. The noise kept on for days, and turns out the man wasn't wearing any ear or eye protection. Why? Because, as my Vietnamese friend explained to me, no one cares about their health here. Having lived in Vietnam about a year, I can add that the Vietnamese version of the common Asian concept of "keeping face" includes never showing signs of softness or love - that is, protecting your eyes or ears, eating healthy food, caring for the other people around you apart from your close family, least of all caring for your environment.

Why would someone from a culture where you must be ready to have your ears and eyes ripped apart to not look "soft", you woulnd't walk an unbroken five hundred meters in your life even if it meant becoming a acidic, robot-faced sack of fat plopped on top of a motorbike, who can barely struggle, feet splayed to the sides, rubbery arms flailing and quavering and butt jutting behind into the horizon, the ten meters from bike to sofa, who takes pleasuse in animals caged, maimed or dyed for entertainment, and whose social connections are all coloured by the need to dominate and suck energy from other people with the most abrasive and piercing voice and the most aggressive and unbalanced behaviour possible, why would someone like that care about burning charcoal? Now I could stand a bit of burning charcoal, but I taste burning plastic everywhere here.