Arriving to a new country at night is a bizarre experience. Everything is hitting you at once - the thick, intensely hot air, new smells, new (loud) sounds - but the sights escape you.
Even stranger is waking up the next morning and being in this new place, almost as though you were transported there Star Trek style. Hanoi greeted us this morning with air conditioning (thank you, Alex McCauley) and then again with hot, humid air, traffic consisting almost entirely of motor bikes, breezes, giant spiky fruits, bustling markets, live eels, roasted pork in tofu buns, silk clothing, bamboo, fake Chaco sandals (I told you mom!), lots of people wearing fake Chaco sandals, "French" style cafes, people that never seem to sweat, and much more.
I like Hanoi - I think we'll stay a while.
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