i don’t think hanoi can be all that big, but then it’s hard to tell because we spent most of our time completely lost in the tiny streets of the old quarter. navigating these streets is made slightly easier because each street sells pretty much one thing. “isn’t our hotel near selotape street”, ” this is the third time we’ve walked down fucking hatstand street”…

… it turned night and we found our selves the wrong end of teddy bear street.