Hello Hanoi
October 29th 2014 We flew to Bancock on Monday and I knew we were in a foreign country when I saw all the mythical paintings on the airport walls and a Buddhist monk in full robes walked out of the shining chrome gents loos. We were one of a few white people in that teeming airport and no-one else had red hair. So on to Hanoi which was wreathed in mist and smog. The streets swarm with motor scooters, they whiz like
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