This was definitely the last temple of my Vietnamese visit. At least that’s what I told myself during my final days in Hanoi. I was enticed by the narrow passageway and then up steps. Continue reading The Old Quarter’s Hang Bac Temple
Inside Ma May’s traditional two-storey house I ran my hand over the iron wood trimmings. I walked to the back of the hundred year old house where the kitchen stood in an open courtyard, sun streaming down from the open square. Continue reading A Hanoi Traditional House
I didn’t notice any fruits or vegetables I hadn’t seen before as I wandered through Hanoi’s Old Quarter. As for meats, I didn’t want to go there, especially after walking past barbequed dog. When I approached brains or large chunks of meaty red legs, I looked the other way. Continue reading Foods I’d never tried (or maybe wouldn’t)
I took the Lonely Planet’s suggested walking tour through the Old Quarter of Hanoi. I zigzagged from footpath to road to avoid bikes and cars or because there was no sidewalk at all. Continue reading How much can you pile on a bike?