Well we have arrived! Safe and sound. Although I must say there is nothing like stepping out of an airport into a foreign country to remind you of your vulnerablity. This only increased when we entered Hanoi’s traffic. There is no order, except some Vietnemese code of honking and getting out of the way. Same for pedestrians, and don’t think ‘oh I shall just stick to the footpath’ because you can’t. The footpath is covered by street sellers, people cooking and eating dinner on stools and bikes.Hanoi is like nothing I have ever seen before. It’s streets and lanes are lined with narrow buildings of various heights leaning in on each other. There is a haze to the city air that intensifies the general feeling of frenentic energy and pace. Just off the Old Quarter area is Hian Kiem Lake, the only place of peace in this city, which we took a walk around, before getting lost in the back streets, hungry and tired after our 14 hour trip from Perth.
The best place to escape, up some narrow timber stairs to a little balcony restaurant. Our first beef noodle soup of the trip, matched with vietnamese spring rolls and Hanoi beer.
I can’t really sum up the energy of Hanoi in a short blog, even though as I write this at 8pm on a Monday night the horns are still honking away. So I shall stop here and get to bed as we start our cycling tomorrow, but keep an eye out for future pics and posts when we return here in just over a weeks time.