Day in Hanoi
14.12.2010 - 05.01.2011 -20 °C
I’m sitting back in the place with the repetitive Christmas music. Except this time I’m drinking a Hanoi Beer rather than eating a pancake topped with sour mango bits. I’d actually hoped to escape Christmas altogether. Guess instead I’m getting it in Vietnamese. I tried.
I contemplated doing this on my hotel bed, then I remembered it was hard and I’d be required to wear rubber slippers. I’m also avoiding wine.
So I walked. Around the perimeter of the map. Until it got soggy and my legs sore and my photo skills unappreciated. I also reckon that 90 sneaky photos of fruit sellers may be overkill.
So here I am again being over-killed by Christmas music. Repeat. This is where Lucky resides. Lucky, who has connections to both the police and mafia. I figured that’s a good place to be. Seated somewhere in between law, laws and Christmas decorations.
I seem to find Lucky’s in different countries. The last was our rickshaw driver in Jaipur, India. This Lucky has less charm, but he has connections. To transport also.
We’re on round 5 of the Christmas CD. Why does this feel familiar. Oh, 11 hour car trips with Boney M.
I tried to find dog meat. More like dogs on hooks. I didn’t. I’m disappointed. I found dried shrimp and squid and other unrecognisable things instead. I’m wondering if dog meat is red meat or white. Once I know that I can decide between beef or chicken for dinner. I may settle for shrimp.
Hark the herald angels sing, glory to the new born king….
Besides that, there is colour here. I just decided to prefer black and white. That way red meat and white meat tend to have only tone differences and not colour as well.
CD round 31. If I come back to Lucky’s for dinner, I’ll start the tally from scratch. It’s only fair. I’m in a foreign country. Always give one’s hosts the benefit of the doubt.