The Funky Munky
Trip Start
Jan 19, 2005
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Trip End
Feb 23, 2005
Because it was so early when we arrived in Hanoi, our hotel rooms really weren't ready for us until after 11 am. In turn, we had to devise a plan to keep ourselves busy.
We were first able to procure two rooms at the hotel. These rooms allowed us to store our luggage and gave us a chance to quickly freshen up before we headed out. About 6:30 am, we went for breakfast.
Following the grub, Lam took us on a walking tour of Hanoi. Visually, Hanoi isn't that striking, but it still has a pretty neat vibe to it. I think I prefer Hanoi to Ho Chi Minh City. Walking the streets and watching the local population start off their day was quite interesting. Down by the lake there were ladies engaged in Tai Chi. On the foot path, four people played a game of "volleyball hackey-sack" (with net and all). And we watched vendors at the market set up their stalls.
The rest of the day was free time really. I did some shopping and some aimless wandering (as per usual).
Furthermore, the night was as per usual as well. After dinner, everybody headed out to the "Funky Munky" for some drinks. I played chaperone to my roommate that evening. When it hit midnight, it was his birthday. He wasn't too happy about turning 30, so I think that's why he drank so much.
After we left the bar and after a few too many flaming B52's, he went running down the streets of Hanoi. It was myself and another girl who were accompanying him but we weren't too worried. He always goes for a little bit of a sprint when he's inebriated.
After losing sight of him, we'd come around a corner, and it was like playing "Where's Waldo?" He'd be positioned off to the side, leaning on something, trying to casually blend in with his environment. After a lot of persuasion, we finally got him back to the hotel.
Don't get me wrong, I really like Thomas (my roommate)... we get along very well together... it's just I've never seen anyone so out-of-control when they're drunk. (Case in point, he purposely told a girl in the group that she acts just like "The Undertaker from WWE". I don't know exactly what that means, but it certainly can't be good).
We were first able to procure two rooms at the hotel. These rooms allowed us to store our luggage and gave us a chance to quickly freshen up before we headed out. About 6:30 am, we went for breakfast.
Following the grub, Lam took us on a walking tour of Hanoi. Visually, Hanoi isn't that striking, but it still has a pretty neat vibe to it. I think I prefer Hanoi to Ho Chi Minh City. Walking the streets and watching the local population start off their day was quite interesting. Down by the lake there were ladies engaged in Tai Chi. On the foot path, four people played a game of "volleyball hackey-sack" (with net and all). And we watched vendors at the market set up their stalls.
The rest of the day was free time really. I did some shopping and some aimless wandering (as per usual).
Furthermore, the night was as per usual as well. After dinner, everybody headed out to the "Funky Munky" for some drinks. I played chaperone to my roommate that evening. When it hit midnight, it was his birthday. He wasn't too happy about turning 30, so I think that's why he drank so much.
After we left the bar and after a few too many flaming B52's, he went running down the streets of Hanoi. It was myself and another girl who were accompanying him but we weren't too worried. He always goes for a little bit of a sprint when he's inebriated.
After losing sight of him, we'd come around a corner, and it was like playing "Where's Waldo?" He'd be positioned off to the side, leaning on something, trying to casually blend in with his environment. After a lot of persuasion, we finally got him back to the hotel.
Don't get me wrong, I really like Thomas (my roommate)... we get along very well together... it's just I've never seen anyone so out-of-control when they're drunk. (Case in point, he purposely told a girl in the group that she acts just like "The Undertaker from WWE". I don't know exactly what that means, but it certainly can't be good).

