Chaotic Hanoi

Vince and I finished a 27-hour train ride from China and arrived in Hanoi. For some reason I had the expectation that Hanoi would be a small quaint ancient town.  No.  No, not at all.  This city is the absolute more touristed-out city we’ve been to yet (and we’ve been to some very touristy spots). 


The architecture of Hanoi (and much of Vietnam) is French. Tall slender colorful buildings and streets- run down at this point mind you- set between ocean and mountains.  It’s beautiful.  The streets are (relatively) clean, the spitting less (though still existed), and there was no smell of urine.  Unfortunately, the people are not as serene. Compared to Chinese people they’re aggressive, compared to Thai people they’re disgustingly aggressive. As we were to find out they’re also full of a bag full of lies. 




Everywhere we went in Hanoi was overcrowded with cars, bikes, and people.  We were squeezed on to narrow sidewalks that were also full of cars, bikes, and people. Everywhere you go you are squeezing around others, and everywhere you go there are locals trying to sell you their goods. Mind you the goods are the same in all the stores though the prices vary a great deal.  Most streets don’t have traffic lights and it’s amazing to watch people trying to cross the other streets.  Amazing, frightening, and fun.  Our most exciting time in Hanoi was actually spent crossing these busy streets as if we were playing the old video game ‘Frogger’.



Vietnam is still full of men and women wearing conical hats with bamboo sticks across their backs carrying vegetables for sale.  I was fighting off these ladies who were insisting on throwing their bamboo baggage on me to take a photo. Vince and I did manage to veer into some smaller side streets where we found some very fine thick, black Vietnamese coffee that kept me buzzing awake until wee hours of the morning.  Amongst all the hours of wandering the city we also managed to catch a century old water puppet show.


Hanoi was a crazy city, very different than what we had expected, and we needed to get out. It was time to move on.


~ by The Piersas on October 19, 2008.

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