the city of dust?
Hanoi, Vietnam: Arriving at the Hanoi International Airport. The skies seem to be covered by a layer of what seem to be dust and debris. The night was quiet and and roads were narrow. People didnt look friendly nor are they enthusiastic.
During the bus ride to the restaurant, i got to know a few new faces. The environment was awkward. After dinner, we went back to the ‘Hotel’. as small as any shop houses down at petaling street, both sides of the road were occupied with wedding gifts shops. Vietnamese there look somewhat similar to any Malaysians i know. The people there were looking at us as if we were aliens. Not knowing how to react, i just smiled and entered the hotel. Having some problems back at the room, the bell boy was needed. He came in with a grave expression and left with a giggle. He showed me that there are friendly people in Vietnam.
The next day started off like any other day of a vacation. Breakfast which was followed by some sightseeing in some funny places which i cant quite recall. Hoping that things would turn out better, it didnt. Nearing 5pm was a nightmare, it was after working hours. Motorcycles are seen everywhere. The massive traffic was bad enough to strike me a migraine. It wasnt any traffic, everyone was honking each other like no one’s business. To them, it was a normal thing to do. The noise itself was able to stress me out and made me go wild. However, the accident rates in Vietnam was suprisingly low. Much lower than in Malaysia. I just wonder why.
The following day was like no other than of the second. The only difference is that we got to watch this extremely tedious play which was held in the water puppet theatre. The name amazed me but the performance proved otherwise. We went back with great disappointment.
On the last day, the free and easy day. Well not exactly. In the morning, we went to the Museum.WoW. InTeReStInG~ Even had to pay to bring in a camera. People there were undeniably arrogant and cold. Like a dead fish. Next, we went to the shopping place where we were given out own time to shop around. Walking on the streets send me shivers down me spine. As usual, people were mocking us. Their stares could kill if it was a blunt sword. They were not like the Chinese in China. Maybe partly. But they didnt seem eager to sell anything as though they were expecting not to sell anything for the day. The attitudes pisses me off. A little friendliness would help. Buying things was torturous as the weather was humidly warm. There was no sign of any wind or rain. But the people seem to have no problem at all.
All the buying wore me out.
Arriving at the Hanoi International Airport for the second time. Feeling a sense of happiness that i will be going back to my comfy room. Flight got delayed for 90 minutes. What tragic. Got home at 3am when everyone was fast asleep. The day ended with a good night rest.
