I was surprised to find myself feeling a little more at home in Hanoi than Saigon, being from Saigon originally. Hanoi felt more understated, more complicated, and probably more misunderstood. There is a lot of room for interpretation about this place, and that hints at many stories untold, which has tremendous appeal to my dark poet soul.
I came down with the worst flu I’ve ever had at the end of my trip to Ha Long Bay and upon my arrival in Hanoi, so please forgive the lack of continuity in the photos. With a fever of 102, I still managed to leave my hotel room and explored a bit of the city, but the flu left my desire to understand Hanoi untamed. A future trip is, hopefully, near in sight.