Looking at Hanoi

by aengelson | October 15th, 2009

A few random observations from Hanoi:

A young man, leaving a cafe and getting on his motorbike, carefully takes an earring from his ear and puts it in his pocket.

A motorscooter driver carries four huge bags of flip-flops, probably a hundred in each, on his handlebars.

The electrical wires:

The maze of wires above Hanoi.

The maze of wires above Hanoi.

Swan boats:

Swan boats, Truc Bach Lake.

Swan boats, Truc Bach Lake.

An old mural celebrating the day John McCain was shot down over Hanoi, October 26, 1967:

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Tran Quoc Pagoda:

Tran Quoc Pagoda, another oasis in frenetic Hanoi.

Tran Quoc Pagoda, another oasis in frenetic Hanoi.

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Andy Engelson is a writer and editor who lives in Hanoi, Vietnam. He's currently working on a historical novel set in the Northwest United States during World War II. He's also a freelance writer, essayist and member of the Hanoi Writer's Collective. In a former life, he edited Washington Trails magazine for six years and before that was freelance journalist. He likes to hike, travel, and play with his family.

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