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Published: April 12th 2009
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Sunshine 2 Hotel
Our Hotel. Beautiful lady Mrs Moon running it. So we make it to Hanoi Vietnam, get off the plane down to collect our baggage... Locks on my suitcase have been broken and prized open. As you can imagine I was just a little freaked out thinking I was the next Shappelle... I didn't get dragged off so every thing must off been ok. They don't ask for you permission apparently they just do it and thats that.
So we head off through security and customs, straight through... Funny that as there is no one manning the counters. So secure..
In to the airport lobby where our driver will be waiting to pick us up because that is what I have arranged. Not wanting to be in a strange country late at night not knowing where to go because here the taxi drivers tell you" Hotel full, I take you another"...
GUESS WHAT....You guessed it no driver, I go to information to find out how to call them and they were helpful enough to call them for us. Hence the hotel saying our driver is looking for us.....I don't think so, we have walked the airport looking and found no one.
Amazing about 20
mins later someone turns up. Which I thought was strange as we are supposed to be 45mins to an hour away from the hotel.... Story continues.
The driver directs us to a cab, we get in then he leaves and someone else jumps in and drives....hmmm a little strange....
We didn't realize they drove on the opposite side of the road or that the 1 hr drive takes 20 mins because they do 130km hr down the freeway constantly flashing their light and tooting they horn for who ever, trucks, buses and motor bikes to get out of the way. Some with 3 people on a motorbike and a baby squashed in between....I thought Thailand was an experience....Even Brad was scared....
We even saw some poor motor bike rider being picked up from the side of the freeway, which Brad advised me was not in very good condition.
Mum you wouldn't last a minute in the back seat....we would have to give you a sleeping pill an hour before hand.
Nick you wouldn't have one panel left in your car.
Our driver takes us to this hotel, the Sun, Hang on.... No this is not our
hotel it is the Sunshine hotel, so off we go again around the alleys he is looking for our hotel because he doesn't know where it is, I tell him Ma may street. I spot it, thank christ for that, we just want to get out of the car and in to our room....Brad wishing he could have a stiff drink...No alcohol remember - confiscated.
Finnaly in our room at the Sunshine 2 Hotel and I stay up until 1.00am writing this thing while I remember it all.
Motor bikes and car horns still tooting outside our window in to the early hours of the morning.
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