We met Hanoi after dark. A very inconspicuous looking town with traffic going in all directions like the clappers! I was already confused by the right side driving and then it’s India all over again with motorbikes going every which way.
The taxi shared with a lovely French guy was quick and uneventful but our evening stroll down the busy streets was a sight to behold. Every available space on the, nonexistent sidewalk was crammed with bodies. Snacking, eating a hot pot, drinking beer and just having a jolly good time. It was Sunday but days of the week clearly doesn’t matter here.
My highlight was strolling along the train track that goes smack down the middle of a residential block. And the residence doesn’t look like it concerns them at all.
The Ho-chi-mihn museum provided a look into the Vietnam war and the structure of this communist country. I don’t understand it too well, but it seems to work for them.
For Fin’s entertainment we had to also see the military museum and flag tower. Although I was very reticent about this activity I quite enjoyed playing mission impossible amongst the plane, tank and other wreckages that were on display.