Hung Khoi and Anh

We arrived in Hanoi today. The last time I came here was on a rather abortive visit more than ten years ago...

Don't you just love the vagueries of the internet, you sit and type out a blog post full of humour, wit, and insight (and lacking spelling mistakes), then you try to upload it and poof, it's gone.

After that kind of disaster it is hard to regain your train of thought.

Rather than the three days that I spent using Vietnam as a transit route when I was here last (long story that I did type out but the internet ate, maybe I will try again later in the week if I get enough requests), Aimee and I are going to take a more sensible pace and stop in just a few locations for several days.

Although today has been wet and overcast Hanoi has still managed to show through. It is old, and crumbly, but still beautiful. The are tree lined streets and small pieces of interesting building poking out from behind neon billboards. It is weirdly European.

The traffic is as mad as everyone told us but crossing the street is easier than Bangkok.

If I can get the photos up then there might be a post about South East Asian power distribution tomorrow, but for now We are off to sleep, we didn't get a single coffee stop today.