We've wandered around crazy-lit Hanoi at night in search of a feed - after many successful street crossings (we-came, we saw, we conquered) we 'discovered' a local hangout of the local young hip things (as it turned out just outside our hotel, but I apparantly still can't find my way around - Nick).
Here we guzzled delicious cooked 'Hanoi fondu' (it's not actually called that) and marvelled at the unbelievable number of flammable materials and fuels which made the packed two storey structure an inferno waiting to happen... but lured by the deliciousness and comforted by the climable tree outside the nearest window as an escape route we dug in... (are you STILL typing about food? - Lindsey)
Next off to see the water-puppets - a playful, cheeky display of Vietnamese folk culture which uncannily echoed our own experiences of the place in caricature (a boy on a water buffalo, the legend of a turtle and a magical sword, the way the fields are indeed irrigated and temded by countless farmers in straw hats, the cheeky, independant but much loved and cherished children and most of all the people's huge smiles and boundless optimism.)
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