Arrive into Hanoi, Vietnam's capital just in time for my birthday. More scooters than I have ever seen. Loud, dusty, hectic. Crazy traffic. Beeping horns. No discernable rules of the road, but suprisingly no jams anywhere despite the volume of traffic. As a treat. Paula has booked us into a luxury hotel for a few nights. Huge pool, sauna, gym, the lot. Her mum and dad sort out an upgrade for us - 14th floor view across the city. Breakfast in bed. Awesome. Manage to drag ourselves into town about midday and have a boozy long lunch in a French restaurant. Budget out of the window, champagne uncorked. About 3 hours and 6 courses later we spill out, and go for a poke about the winding streets of the Old Quarter. Find a man selling old
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