Mein drittes asiatisches Land: Vietnam.
Weşandin: 09.01.2019
So I went to the airport in Kuala Lumpur early in the morning. Actually, I wanted to take public transportation, which would have been cheaper. But another German from the hostel wanted to order a taxi anyway. So I paid a little more and had less stress.
There was a little something on the flight to Hanoi.
Just before landing.
On the recommendation of reviews, you should have small bills ready for the bus ride. So I changed a large bill by buying something to eat. Then finding the right bus to the city center turned out to be more difficult than expected. After asking around, it finally worked out.
At the bus station, the scooter taxis were already waiting like vultures for customers.
After walking 800 m, I reached my hostel. I didn't like it. And it was, like outside, probably only 15 degrees in the rooms. Not exactly helpful for my cold. Besides, I had become a little spoiled by Thailand and Malaysia with temperatures around 30 °C.
But there was a lot to see in the city center of Hanoi. Also, it rained all the days and today the sun was shining for a change.
Yes, a bottle of water actually costs 10,000 Dong. The amounts are really crazy. The exchange rate is about 26,500 Dong/Euro. I had 2 million in my pocket at the airport.
These roosters were held in a park.
For such fights. And that just like that in the park. Different cultures, you know.
Of course, Benedikt was by my side during my tour of Hanoi.
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Just kitsch everywhere.
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Everything looks great with the sun!
Here, everything is transported by scooter.
EVERYTHING!
Then I had coffee and tiramisu for lunch.
Then I found this church. Simply impressive in my opinion. The yellow colors are captivating.
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And still Christmas decorations.
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And inside.
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Just a chaotic city center.
Vietnam, also a country of scooters. Like Thailand and Malaysia.
And street art.
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And then there are those with their carts, usually clothes. Since all the sidewalks are blocked by parked scooters, they also have to use the streets. Just like pedestrians.
Yes, just like that on the street. Grilled whole pigs.
And yes, hats are actually sold here. Some people wear hats, gloves, and winter jackets here at 15 degrees.
And my first dinner in Vietnam. In the evening, I went to bed at 8:30 with a cold. It was as cold in the hostel as outside. I was not allowed to use the air conditioning as a heater, according to the hostel. At least there was a second blanket. But even with clothing and two blankets, it was still too cold.
Mein drittes asiatisches Land: Vietnam.
Mein drittes asiatisches Land: Vietnam.
Mein drittes asiatisches Land: Vietnam.
Mein drittes asiatisches Land: Vietnam.
