Let's start this one off with an anecdote of my time in Hanoi so you can get a feel of what my trip was like!
It was late! Most places in the Hanoi Old Quarter had already closed down for the night, which meant it was past midnight. My friend Daniel and I had just left the drinking establishment we had been frequenting when we were approached by two Vietnamese guys and one girl on motorbikes. They were inviting us to get on with them. Although we didn't really know what was going on, somehow, we convinced ourselves that they wanted to take us to another bar or pub that was still open. So, like any *slightly* intoxicated foreigners would do, we got on and didn't ask any questions (which is retrospect, was a very stupid decision and could have been more than slightly dangerous... as I write this, I still have both my kidneys though). I was with one guy on one motorbike and Daniel was sandwiched between the other two on the other bike. About 5 minutes into our "joyride", I could hear Daniel shouting that the girl behind him was grabbing his junk and was most likely a prostitute. Thirty seconds later, they suddenly stopped in the middle of nowhere, told us to get off and pointed towards an extremely shady-looking neighborhood before riding off into the night. We immediately decided that we did not want to be here and started walking back from where we came from, hoping to find an open watering hole on the way. It's only when Daniel reached into his pants pocket to grab his phone to check the time, that he realized it was missing. Turns out it was no coincidence that the girl had been sitting behind him and grabbing his junk with one hand, while, with the other, snagging his phone from his pocket. The joke was on them though, cause Daniel's phone was an old piece of junk... and at least he got fondled for it!
That's just a glimpse into my time in Vietnam.... Now let's go back to the start:
