It was strange to get back to Hanoi after we thought we said goodbye from it for good. After a brief shower at the hotel we went outside to eat at a place ran by a married couple, who sold fried meat in a baguette in the middle of the street. The woman sits in … More A Night Train to Huế
Our room’s porch viewed the town and the mountains around, and roosters called each morning. There weren’t many restaurants around, and the hotel’s restaurant was the biggest, so it attracted many people. It was not bad, too. It was Rosh Hashana, the Jewish new year. I guess many Israelis used the opportunity to go on … More Happy Roshoshana
It was so comforting to go back to Hanoi’s hot and sweaty hug, that we decided to stay there for an extra day. Belle from the hotel greeted us with a smile and upgraded our room again. It was rainy and the skies were grey on the way back from Hạ Long Bay. I listened … More Goodbye, Jungle City
When I look back, the days in Hanoi look like a dream. When I think about the streets with the bubbling pots and the colorful lights it seems close, as if you can just hop on a bus and be there, without all the flights, connections and visas. Some restaurants and cafes were actually inside … More Orange Flowers
Before dawn, we caught a bright pink taxi that took as to the MDK, a small busy airport for domestic flights only. We stood in a long and curved line together with people from countries I’ve never heard of before. I was worried we’ll be short in the time since the place was packed, but … More Welcome to Fuckin’ Vietnam – Or Why I Loved it So Much
