Day Thirty-four: Hanoi

Our first night in Hanoi, Vietnam. After stepping off a curb into a hole and spraining my ankle we walked--limped-- back to our hotel, never lost, but possibly bewildered, for the better part of an hour. One advantage of our mis-adventure was taking a wrong turn and stumbling--pun intended-- upon a couple of casket shops.

Our first night in Hanoi, Vietnam. After stepping off a curb into a hole and spraining my ankle we walked–limped– back to our hotel, never lost, but possibly bewildered, for the better part of an hour. One advantage of our mis-adventure was taking a wrong turn and stumbling–pun intended– upon a couple of casket shops.

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