Hanoi was a rush. The city was old and lovely, but extremely crowded. Houses crowded with family members, hotels crowded with tourists, and the street massively crowded with honking motorbikes, women carrying large baskets on their shoulders, and stores so full of souvenirs that they pour out onto the sidewalk. Most of the Old Quater lacks street lights, so at every intersection you just walk directly into the flow of traffic and hope the motorcycles dodge you. They do. They're used to it.
All in all I really liked Hanoi, but it was hard getting used to the character of the Vietnamese. Vietnames are clever, industrious and opportunistic people. Walking on the streets you see everyone working. Motorbike mechanics, women butchering meat, men soldering metal, and constantly people shout at you offering something up for sale.
Many people speak
Now we're in Hoi An, more of a town than a city just 5km from a beautiful 30km long, white sand, sparsely populated beach with warm waters and great waves. The beach, however, is not the main attraction here. Hoi An is shopper's paradise. It's also a fascinating place to visit for people interested in sewing and clothing manufactoring.
In Hoi An there are at least 100 tailoring boutiques where you can have ANY article of clothing you want custom made for your body. Unbelieva

Like I said, the Vietnamese are unimaginably clever and hard working! At first I was irritated by the persistent pestering of street vendors and motorbike "guides", but now I am awestruck and impressed of the Vietnamese spirit and work ethic. This country is amazing.
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