Time to leave Hanoi. Having the hell ride from Laos fresh in our memory, we thought it might be a god idea to try to go by train this time. Our hotel arranged the tickets and at the end of the day, shortly after sunset, we where put into a taxi with our heavy bags. A guy from the hotel drove along with his motorcycle and awaited us at the station. He payed the taxi driver and caried most of our stuff all the way to the train entrance. What a service! Without him we would probably be lost somewhere in an Hanoi gettho.
On our last day in Hanoi we took a bus to the Trấn Quốc pagode, originally created in the sixth century and part of the oldest Buddhist temple of Hanoi. Having not really a clue what we were doing we took a bus with a number that was going from the old quarters, where our hotel was, to the pagode. After a while we noticed we were not going in the right direction at all. Apparently we took the bus in the wrong direction and were dropped clueless at the end terminal of bus number 24. With some sign language and pointing at google maps to our destination we were ordered into the next bus, about to leave in 20 minutes or so. Being a communist country it was somewhat dissapointing that we had to buy new tickets. Lucky for us they are only 7000 dong, something like 0,35 euro.
Once I met through a friend in Paris, a Vietnamese girl by the name of Mai Ahn. I told her that Araldo and I were going to stay a month in Vietnam, so she gave me some advice and asked me if we wanted to meet some friends of her. So I got in touch with Tuan and we decided to have diner all together.