Hanoi: The Pause That Refreshes.

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Aimlessly wandering  the streets of Hanoi (in our inimitably dislocated fashion), we were slightly taken aback to see a Rickshaw Walla leap from his saddle in the middle of the street like a circus trick rider, (leaving his customer also more than a little flabbergasted).

Padding over to the street corner on which we stood, he reached behind a pile of refuse and tangled wires (some sparking) and pulled out this fine implement which he proceeded to ignite and pull on as if his grandmother’s life depended upon it.

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Peddle on you crazy toker !

PS:  finishing off this blog having snuck into the Sofitel, sitting on expensive drinks listening to a French guy called Henry who was the original guitarist in The Police !!!  We LOVE Hanoi !

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4 thoughts on “Hanoi: The Pause That Refreshes.”

  1. Kristen, from the moment I saw you I knew you were a treasure, and this blog proves it to the world. Bill, I cannot wait to meet you! Hugh says he, too, loved Hanoi and loved eating at the “Green Tangerine”
    xo
    Suzanna

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    1. Hi Karen, yes, we’re having a ball. It’s an easy place to enjoy we’re finding. Thanks for having a look at the blog, it’s late here and we’re getting up early for a Ho Chi Minh marathon so we’ll look forward to reading your blog tomorrow. Kristen & Billy x

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Kristen and Billy sprang from the loins of 4 heroic ancestors. They roamed the Earth separately for an Age, playing the zither, predicting earthquakes, calling bingo games, eating sponge cakes, and watching old movies on tv. They were schooled by the Dominicans and the Christian Bros, what taught them their letters and scribbling skills. So, rudely equipped, and with a missal full of hymns in their hearts they stepped forth into the world. Kristen and Billy tried to keep the hippy flame alive as they strove and stumbled through work, like Kane from Kung-Fu crossed with Pollyanna, finding both good and evil in the hearts of men, ( but mainly good). They filled out time sheets and instead of villains punched the clock over and over again. Finally, the dark clouds parted, the sun shone through, they met each other, stopped punching and started living. Now they are two wide eyed, clickety hipped, post career dislocated hippies looking to get lost in a big wide world.