Well, I've arrived in Hanoi! After what I could call a 'false start', i.e. missing my plane, I have finally made it to Hanoi. Exhausted and a little later than scheduled, but ecstatic to finally be here. Walking out of the airport I was hit by the muggy, hot spiced air that lets you know you are truly stepping out into Asia!It's a tiny airport, so getting through is easy!
But a taxi ride in Hanoi is another things..this truly means skillful driving, careening around cars and scooters missing by increments and a TRULY hair raising experience for whoever is seated up the front. The traffic is really one thing that takes getting used to and definitely the first thing you comment on. The Hanoians driving style truly has 'flow', or as some people say, 'crossing the road is like walking on water', it's like launching into a metal ballet of cars and motorbikes, closing your eyes and simply trusting that you'll be ok.
It's going to take me a good while before I even learn how to cross the road! But Mum...I'm sure I'll be fine!
