Why hadn’t I visited Vietnam earlier? And more than once?
The moment I got off the bus somewhere close to Hanoi old town, I thought to myself, “This is going to be a tough week.”. No way I’d be able to cross one street in that place, let alone put any food in my mouth.
I believe this lasted a couple of hours.
I absolutely fell in love with the hustle and the never-ending flow of motorbikes, with those rice noodles and all the veggies, with the street vendors and their overloaded bikes, with the tiny stools and those ladies washing dishes on the sidewalks. I can go on with this, but you get what I mean. Wait, did I mention the fruits?
Skip the organized tours and get lost (not too lost, though) in the hills of Sapa Valley. This is something to remember.
Images are my own.
I walk fast. 