“I watched a snail crawl along the edge of a straight razor. That’s my dream; that’s my nightmare. Crawling, slithering, along the edge of a straight razor… and surviving.”
Hanoi. Vietnam. It’s hot, noisy, polluted and confusing. I love it. Here’s some more photos…
It seems that it’s always rush hour in Hanoi.
Calm amongst the chaos.
Flowers are nice.
Jeff! Christ, what happened?! You were fine when we left the house! Jeff!!!!
Other kinds of street meat.
Mine is the one just over there. No, over there! The one with the black seat.
The women soldiers were huge back in the day. Poor captured American G.I. looks so sad.
Hey American tourist dog! Get out of my wedding photo! Mine too…and mine…dog!
Dude still chillin’. Same dude, exact same spot, the next day.
A fellow traveler.
Hotel view. Must do a series on all of the lovely views we’ve had.