Saturday, 10 December 2011

Friends arrive!

Hurrah!!! Margs and Dave are here so we have drinking buddies.
Out for dinner now and early start tomorrow.

Finding our hotel

All of the shops and hotels are really narrow, most 10 feet wide or less, and lots are five or six stories tall.
Every square inch is packed and the problem is that it is all so complicated that even after four days here we cannot recognise either end of our street, and we can get to within a few yards of the front of our hotel and still not recognise it.
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Friday, 9 December 2011

New dress

Just been to collect a dress that I had made that copied one I bought years ago. Really pleased with it so going out now for a quick g and t with Daz to celebrate.
Ps, cookery school was good, no chasing chickens round the streets with a big chopper!
Pps,  not sure why the background to the photo is lime green, it brings back memories of the key lime pie from a few weeks ago.

Thursday, 8 December 2011

Crossing the road

Why did the chicken and her friends cross the road? I don't know because it's really dangerous.
Why are they living in Hanoi city centre? I don't know why either, but we are going to a cookery class later that involves chicken so I am getting slightly worried.
I am getting over confident at crossing the road myself after our bike ride yesterday and have started strolling out as if I am Moses at the Red Sea and expect the traffic to part for me. It can only end in tears.

1,000 things to do before you die

Hiring a bike and cycling round the streets of Hanoi must be one of them. There are no rules, you just pull out and stop whenever you feel like it, and never ever check the road is clear before doing so. Also, ignore every road sign and most  traffic lights and use whichever side of the road you fancy.
We took our life in our hands and I did not dare write this blog until we got back in one piece but it was fantastic.
Cycled over 20 miles in total!

Hardworking ladies

All around Hanoi there are ladies carrying really heavy loads, either balanced on their shoulders or on their bicycles. Some are young but a lot look really old.
Saw an old lady yesterday who was carrying cooking pots, food and four tiny plastic stools so that she could set up her own restaurant, right there on the side of the street.
What a hard life.