Isn't order the measure of all things, but rather its opposite? In the afternoon, the train leaves promptly at 15.40:XNUMX p.m., according to the urgent warning from the extremely friendly receptionist. So enough time to say goodbye to Hanoi, this wild animal. Once again I throw myself into the crowd, I wonder about collisions that don't happen, I meet friendly people...
Hanoi – Good Morning Vietnam
The surroundings that appear when you look sleepily out of the window couldn't be more different. Yesterday birdsong, sunshine and the prospect of a hot day, today a gray, foggy morning. Honking, blaring, clearly the cacophony of a big city. It's mid-February, I've landed in Hanoi and in the cold. So then with…