Ah, Hanoi. A part of a country that used to colonised by the French, now left with only but a speck here and there of French influence it seems. Except for a few buildings and french delis, there is really, nothing french left. Strangely, what seems to be the heavy influence, is Korean. Korean ginseng stores, Korean clothing stores and all. A place that I had expected to be swept away by its old world charm was nothing but a victim to tourism. Sad, I must say.
The people didn’t particularly seem friendly, except for a few stall holders that sold pho or porridge by the roadside in the morning and night. English is hardly understood in Hanoi, you’d need to have some knowledge of a few useful vietnamese words. Most stores accepted USD, but of course always, always tried to rip you off. So I’d recommended using the Dong instead and making it known, that you hardly have any USD on you.
On every corner, you’d possibly find someone selling pho, either in its thin string form or flat noodle form. Mostly served in a beef or chicken broth, topped with coriander and mint. Most food off the street cost only a couple dollars from $1 to $4(for the rip off stalls). The most prominent food on the street was strangely donuts and deep friend pastry balls stuffed with green bean/mung bean. We got fooled by a lady and bought 10 of the pastry balls at 50,000 dong (SGD $3.50 or so). The balls were oily and chewy. I wouldn’t recommend it. And you know, you’d think in Vietnam, everybody loved drinking coffee. But no, everyone was drinking tea. A tea they called Vietnamese Tea, which was a pale yellow hardly fragrant cup of tea. Even in the highly recommended (by our tour guide) coffee place, Trung Nguyen (also available at Liang Court Singapore), everybody was drinking tea. Strange! And yes, apparently Trung Nguyen is the best vietnamese coffee you can find! How disappointing is that. The coffee came up to only an inch of the cup, with half the inch being condensed milk. It was thick, sweet with a bitter finish. And so the search for good coffee continued. We did eventually find a shop with good coffee, just that, we still weren’t blown away. Long story short, don’t keep your hopes too high on finding damn good coffee in Hanoi.
And yes, we did attempt to impress ourselves by taking a trip to Halong Bay. It was a bearable 4 hours bus ride there and a gruelling 5 hours ride back and a mere 2.5hours there. We saw the rocks, met the fighting chickens, figured out the turtle island, climbed 70 steps or so, saw Romeo and Juliet in a cave, discovered a few man and woman special parts in the cave, stepped onto a floating island, met an adorable dog, saw many mantis prawns, spent 1 million dong on a weird sea creature and some prawns and skinny oysters. Sailed for a bit, took some photos and left wondering “hmm…okay…” But at least, I’ve been to Halong Bay. Once, that is.
Nevertheless, I did manage to buy some plates (apparently handmade in Vietnam), ceramic bowls, bell jars, a kilo of lotus tea leaves and a mountain of dried longan and dried lotus seeds.




That’s Hanoi for you.