Where's the sun? Seriously, this is a bit ridiculous. It's 30 degrees, hot and humid, but no sign of the sun, moon, stars or even the sky. You feel the smog on your skin, in your lungs. Maybe it's just down to our mild irritation, a natural consequence of trans timezone travel.
The streets, if anything, are more crowded than Hanoi. Anyone in the moped industry could retire from a six month sabattical selling the little machines here. Everyone's got one.
Though the city seems to lack the beauty of Hanoi, the hotel is something else. It's a world apart from everything outside it's walls. This must be how it feels to be a colonial overlord. Not bad to be honest.
Today was for travel, tomorrow exploration.
