Following our, late start, theory Mark and I headed out for our (Pho picture above) breakfast at approaching 10am and by the time we’d eaten and caught a taxi to the Military Museum it was[…]

In our apartment on the 18th floor of a massive tower block in a busy part of Hanoi it is quite peaceful except for the constant blaring of horns far below while out on the[…]

We had decided on a quieter day yesterday, and did not get away until around 11am, taking a taxi to the southern shore of Ho Tay lake in the north of the city. The lake[…]

I headed out on my own today, I think cultural tourism appeals less to Mark than it does to me, so I got a taxi to the Imperial Citadel, a World Heritage site which has[…]

Yesterday started with another noodle soup. Pho is pretty much the national dish here in Vietnam and is a thin soup with flat rice noodles and fine sliced raw beef is added to the boiling[…]

Us old fellas need to pace ourselves so it took us a fair while to struggle out onto the street this morning. For breakfast I did without the noodle soup this morning and had something[…]

Today my son Mark and I have spent our time around central Hanoi, a frantic cacophony of horns, motorcycles, cars and people. I’ve almost managed to accept the chaos now and am finding it a[…]