
We doubt she understands the meaning of: ‘The United Nation of Ganja’, and ‘ In Grass We Trust’.
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Now we can’t escape comments about our advanced age. The niece (late 30s), of our hostess in Hanoi used her phone’s translation program to communicate. They seem very polite here, as with almost every translation, I read something about the ‘Grandparents’. That is us.
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After arriving late due to the visa requirements at the airport, and a lost key, we tried to sleep a few hours in an apartment we weren’t supposed to be in. It was unheated, in a building with no insulation, and old windows. Craig thinks he slept maybe 20 min. Got up at 6.30, and guess it was the same 52 F inside, as outside. The entire building is being renovated, and this unit is waiting its turn. But the niece was super friendly, very apologetic, and got us some sweet bread for breakfast. A last minute change of plans, when an Uber didn’t come. The Grandparents were offered the option of being driven in a private car instead of taking the public bus, and we did this despite the $70 cost. Destination: Gia Sinh, a small village near Ninh Binh, 3+ hours south of Hanoi. All was well, except this made Craig a Comrade, when he ended up using a borrowed helmet after leaving his in the car. Fortunately his was waiting for us in Hanoi, in the correct apartment. Unfortunately this unit also is without heat, but it is a bit warmer now.
Link to Vietnam