Hanoi, the capital of Vietnam, has an extremely vibrant town centre. I enjoyed visiting the Ho Chi Minh Mausoleum, where I could grasp the country's devotion to Ho Chi Minh; I enjoyed visiting the Temple of Literature, where I could begin to understand the impact of Confucianism throughout the country; I enjoyed watching the water puppets in a theatre just in front of the Hoan Kiem Lake, where I could see how the Vietnamese villagers would entertain each other every time the rice fields would flood.
Be that as it may, this city is not my kind of place. It's chaotic, it's incredibly messy and it doesn't provide any opportunities to rest the senses - especially when you're trying to cross the street. Many people would describe Bangkok pretty much in the same way but, as far as I am concerned, Hanoi goes one step further. I have seen traffic in both directions on a one way street the other day. No further comments.
But the reason why I am disenchanted is because I just had to wave goodbye to Corrie, Jody, Mark, Michael, Ed, Dorothy and Dariusz - my faithful travel partners. We had a great time together, shared many many laughs. I hope we meet again in Bangkok. Until then, I'll remember our last moments in a bar with a name as funny as our journey: Half man, 1/2 noodle.
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