Cảm ơn, cảm ơn, cảm on
Trip Start Jan 16, 2012
92Trip End Jan 01, 2014
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Where I stayed
Hanoi Mike's Hotel
Read my review - 1/5 stars
Read my review - 1/5 stars
We left matters after a disappointing day in Hue and matters improved slightly in the evening when Shelley and I went to the very small backpacker district and enjoyed a few drinks, including with a crazy Dutch pair we have met in each of the last three places and who tend to end nights out naked (fortunately we are yet to last long enough to witness this)
Although Hue is much smaller and therefore quieter than Ho Chi Minh/Hanoi, it is still manically busy and a narrow bridge thronging with bikes was not the early that my shredded nerved needed. I survived the ordeal by bravely pulling in behind a pair of school kids on a bike and going at their pace whilst a thousand horns sounded behind me. The going got easier as we left the mayhem of the city centre and followed the path of the Perfume River, in respect of which I must upgrade my previous rating to stunningly beautiful and relatively clean, to an impressive old Pagoda (which does have a more impressive name than a pagoda, but we are by now kind of padoga d out...). We were just about to move on when who should arrive but Phil and Leyla (previously spelt wrongly by me - sic, apologies) on a slightly more impressive semi-automatic bike. We determined that there was a certain aspect of safety in numbers on the bikes and so set out exploring. I was soon retracting this when I followed Phil down a ridiculously narrow bike only bridge and was cursing him for having forced me to concentrate more than at any point since i left the circus to become a clown. By the grace of God/Buddha/pick your own flavour we made it and the next three hours of countryside riding were generally incident free, aside from a very slippery mud track on which i nearly lost the bike and a flip flop, and pitching up at some random guy s house after following a tiny track through some attractive fields
With a bus to catch at 5pm we all returned to the city centre for a mediocre lunch before Shelley and I returned to the guest house to collect our belongings. A few doors up the alley from our guest house, construction work had commenced at 5am both days (much to Shelley s delight) and we now witnessed the product of all that admirable industry. The wall of a building being demolished had been smashed through the neighbouring, fully functioning guest house. An illustration of the Vietnamese tendency to work incredibly hard, but not always smartly. We managed to secure a retro nightclub sign from the carnage. eBay here we come...
The final leg of our open bus ticket also meant the longest journey - 13 hours from Hue to Vietnam s capital city, Hanoi; a journey of around 650 kilometres - and it was therefore with some dismay that we boarded a toilet-less but otherwise OK coach. Thankfully, with a small nod to humanity, the coach did stop twice during the night - at 8pm and then midnight - but overall it was a miserable experience. For a road which should have been broadly equivalent to the M1, it was the bumpiest slowest journey imaginable, and by the time we arrived in Hanoi at 8am this morning - 15 hours after setting off - I felt like had spent a week in a cage with the Klicthco brothers and a famished tiger
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