Good morning from Hanoi.
Well, we have just got off the sleeping bus after a 13 hour drive further north, but thanks to the driver and the locals talking all bloody night not a lot of sleep was had.
So much for the bus only meant to make one stop, he must have stopped about 15 times en route to let locals on and off the bus, they hadn't officially bought tickets so the driver pocketed a bit of cash for himself.
It wouldn't have been so bad but each time he put the main lights on and then proceeded to talk really LOUDLY for ages with whoever got on. They were laughing and joking and unfortunatelty for me I was at the front so heard it all.
If the driver wasn't talking to a local in the flesh he was talking to one on his mobile phone, it must have rung at least 20 times during the night.
Who on earth keeps phoning a bloody bus driver when they know he has a bus full of 30 people and is driving for 11 hours straight (after the one stop we made) ?
So, a lot of the journey he was driving and changing gear with one hand, but I live to tell the story.
It's drizzling here, we got a taxi to the old quarter on arrival as that's the nicer side of town, Frans has left me minding the bags with a cup of coffee in a hotel lobby while he has gone off to look for a room. I am straight on the free internet even though we are not staying here.
I will continue the Hanoi chapter as we go.
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