After easy, efficient and organised Singapore (though I do wish that their in flight entertainment would work for me), Hanoi is a shock.

We wait for our bags, multiple international flights crowded around the one baggage carousel, for what seems like an eternity. Then the money changing, then the buying of water. Finally we are in a taxi, our driver seems to have a death wish, but we know better. The ride to near the Sheraton (’not the Sheraton, NEAR the Sheraton‘) is smooth.

We arrive at the sheraton, our bags get carried in and we meet Mum. Then we bag up, turn around and walk down the winding narrow alleys to her home.

This entry was posted on Wednesday, December 31st, 2008 at 2:17 am and is filed under Vietnam.