I navigated my way to Ha Hoi street by trial and error. First, there were several failed verbal requests for the street to local street vendors, which were greeted with nods and choruses of "Ha NOI". Yes, I knew I was already in Hanoi, but now I needed to find Ha Hoi, so I resorted to address-written-in-Sharpie-marker-on-body approach. Flashing my hand to a book vendor, I was relieved to see that smile of recognition flash across her face. With an X on my map, I easily found my way to my free night's accomodation at the Travel Indochina HQ. I arrived to find Snuggle J had not yet arrived, but was quite happy to set down my pack and rest on the front stoop. I had hardly settled on my bum, when a shuttlecock flew over
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