Breakfast in the hotel. She went for the pho, but I wanted to be adventurous and picked the 'gravy with bread' (yes, that's what was on the menu). It turned out to be some kind of beef goulash with a fresh baguette. It was very, very good.
The place was swarming with school children when we got there. (I'm sure they learnt how a simple farmer can defeat the great imperialist american army)
Most of the American aircraft shot down over the duration of the war was shot down by Chicks.
Ah memories... I carried that kind of rifle and wore that kind of helmet for most of my NS days.
Another statue of Wonderman, his busty girlfriend/wife and eager-sidekick Robin.
Meals-on-Wheels. The guy who rode this bike through the jungles of Vietnam would put any poseur-MTB-riding wannabe-boy-racer to shame. I'd bet the guy wore slippers inside of clipless shoes too.
Ze French have left ze bilzing.
The one thing that I had always wanted to do when visiting Hanoi was to go see the War Museum. This was a chance for me to see the war from the other side. I've read so many books and watched so many movies from the American side of the war but the story of the other side was never told. It was always gooks and VC and charlie being the bad guy. I wanted to see how it was from the other side. My next goal is to visit Dien Bien Phu, Da Nang and the DMZ. Next trip.
Lenin
The Interpol office in Vietnam. Coincidentally, across the street from the SIN embassy.
KFC. If you can't win the war, send in the fastfood chains.
The Fine Arts Museum. Visiting that place was a mistake. Literally. We had wanted to go to the Temple of Literature, but accidentally ended up in here instead. (BTW, there is no tourist information counters at the airport, nor are there city maps. You have to buy the maps from street vendors, or get them from your hotel, if you're lucky)
There's so much chinese influence in Hanoi. Even the names of the streets sound very similar to cantonese.
Lunch was at a small little deli in Hapro (The vietnamese equivalent of NTUC). I loved the baguette filled with homemade mayo and beef. (I usually don't take bread at home, but I've kinda fallen in love with the Vietnamese baguette.)
I have no idea what the lady is carrying, but the guy was selling feather dusters. That was awesome. (BTW, they really do wear the pith helmet in Hanoi, and the ladies wear the cone-shaped hat called "non la". It's not a tourist thing)
Trying to be artistic.
Dog meat is supposedly popular in Vietnam. Our guide for the Halong Bay trip even said 'I love dogs. Especially to eat.' Forced laughter all around from the white folks.
The freshness of the fruits and produce was simply amazing. The stuff is literally picked on the same morning.
Fried Baby?? 25000dong is less than $2USD.
The best coffee I had in Hanoi. At this little cafe called Chuc Link along Hang Bac. I gulped down the first shot, and signalled for another.
The rice-paper spring roll. I dunno what they use to wrap the veges, but it was really thin but strong. Nothing like the springrolls there. That was the real stuff. Really delicious too. The insides tasted like the cucumber salad we had on the first night.
Bia Ha Noi. Supposedly brewed with the original recipe laid down by the czechs. It definitely tasted like the original czech budwiser. I loved it. Nothing like the american piss that tries to call itself bud.
Salt, Lime and Chilli. It seems to be the condiment of choice everywhere we went. Basically squeeze the lime into the salt and mix. The spiciness of the chilli takes away the saltiness.
Fried Rice, Hanoi Style. I don't know why it's yellow (it's not the camera's white balance), but it was pretty tasty. No, it was not pineapple fried rice (ala thai style).
Fried squid with onions. I'm starting to suspect they add tumeric to get that colour.
My fried beef noodles with assorted veges. Turned out the veges was coriander. BLEAH... but the fried noodles was nice. Crispy.
Do Dung.. Do Dung indeed.
Breakfast in the hotel. She went for the pho, but I wanted to be adventurous and picked the 'gravy with bread' (yes, that's what was on the menu). It turned out to be some kind of beef goulash with a fresh baguette. It was very, very good.
The place was swarming with school children when we got there. (I'm sure they learnt how a simple farmer can defeat the great imperialist american army)
Most of the American aircraft shot down over the duration of the war was shot down by Chicks.
Ah memories... I carried that kind of rifle and wore that kind of helmet for most of my NS days.
Another statue of Wonderman, his busty girlfriend/wife and eager-sidekick Robin.
Meals-on-Wheels. The guy who rode this bike through the jungles of Vietnam would put any poseur-MTB-riding wannabe-boy-racer to shame. I'd bet the guy wore slippers inside of clipless shoes too.
Ze French have left ze bilzing.
The one thing that I had always wanted to do when visiting Hanoi was to go see the War Museum. This was a chance for me to see the war from the other side. I've read so many books and watched so many movies from the American side of the war but the story of the other side was never told. It was always gooks and VC and charlie being the bad guy. I wanted to see how it was from the other side. My next goal is to visit Dien Bien Phu, Da Nang and the DMZ. Next trip.
Lenin
The Interpol office in Vietnam. Coincidentally, across the street from the SIN embassy.
KFC. If you can't win the war, send in the fastfood chains.
The Fine Arts Museum. Visiting that place was a mistake. Literally. We had wanted to go to the Temple of Literature, but accidentally ended up in here instead. (BTW, there is no tourist information counters at the airport, nor are there city maps. You have to buy the maps from street vendors, or get them from your hotel, if you're lucky)
There's so much chinese influence in Hanoi. Even the names of the streets sound very similar to cantonese.
Lunch was at a small little deli in Hapro (The vietnamese equivalent of NTUC). I loved the baguette filled with homemade mayo and beef. (I usually don't take bread at home, but I've kinda fallen in love with the Vietnamese baguette.)
I have no idea what the lady is carrying, but the guy was selling feather dusters. That was awesome. (BTW, they really do wear the pith helmet in Hanoi, and the ladies wear the cone-shaped hat called "non la". It's not a tourist thing)
Trying to be artistic.
Dog meat is supposedly popular in Vietnam. Our guide for the Halong Bay trip even said 'I love dogs. Especially to eat.' Forced laughter all around from the white folks.
The freshness of the fruits and produce was simply amazing. The stuff is literally picked on the same morning.
Fried Baby?? 25000dong is less than $2USD.
The best coffee I had in Hanoi. At this little cafe called Chuc Link along Hang Bac. I gulped down the first shot, and signalled for another.
The rice-paper spring roll. I dunno what they use to wrap the veges, but it was really thin but strong. Nothing like the springrolls there. That was the real stuff. Really delicious too. The insides tasted like the cucumber salad we had on the first night.
Bia Ha Noi. Supposedly brewed with the original recipe laid down by the czechs. It definitely tasted like the original czech budwiser. I loved it. Nothing like the american piss that tries to call itself bud.
Salt, Lime and Chilli. It seems to be the condiment of choice everywhere we went. Basically squeeze the lime into the salt and mix. The spiciness of the chilli takes away the saltiness.
Fried Rice, Hanoi Style. I don't know why it's yellow (it's not the camera's white balance), but it was pretty tasty. No, it was not pineapple fried rice (ala thai style).
Fried squid with onions. I'm starting to suspect they add tumeric to get that colour.
My fried beef noodles with assorted veges. Turned out the veges was coriander. BLEAH... but the fried noodles was nice. Crispy.
Do Dung.. Do Dung indeed.
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