Drewniane miski 29 to Nasza hanojska kryjowka. Mieszkamy Starego miasta w samym Sercu, ktore z calym dobytkiem zaakceptowalismy inwentarza, czyli malowniczymi kamienicami, ruinami malowniczych kamienic, gwarem, tlumem, piskiem opon, Porz kazdej nieprzerwalnym trabieniem or dnia i nocy oraz wibrujacym right behind our ears drill drill. Hands, which operates drill undoubtedly adds to the amount of picturesque ruins of old houses in Hanoi, which in turn will wprostproporcjonalny wrost pictures taken by tourists on the street, wooden bowls! What is so proud of August. In the new edition of our street LonelyPlanet surely find on this list hanojskiego "must see". And we already know it. The number 29 also is happy. We have a window! Through the window we can see what is happening in the district bowls, pipes (our neighbor), and other trinkets, can we look up, they are doing the inhabitants of nearby houses. Realized that "doing" mainly women, who from dawn to night, walking around in a tasteful silk pajamas dokazujac, cooking, trading and parents. Men are not doing anything, or pretend that they do closer to an undefined "something". It sometimes takes the form of something like tea, wyluskiwania food debris from interdental spaces, playing Chinese checkers, or lying on the motorcycle. But more often "something" remains undefined and unnamed. Well, for us the mystery of doing "something" without getting up from the stool is even more elusive, we can only believe that laziness is due to external exhausting inner life. We also so sometimes we have. Let's return lands jednach, and more precisely on the streets of wooden bowls. Walking through the old Hanoi is similar to reside in a chamber of mirrors. Like everything is bright and clear, you just made a mistake, however, a false step, not This corner, and already can not get out of the stone maze, everything looks the same pipes - horror of horrors! - No longer border with bowls, not to mention that of those wooden nobody has ever heard. The city turns into a suffocating nightmare like kafkowskiego frame. My oszywiscie always come across some Fuks bowl and exhausted sew for a few hours in our hideout, where he replenishes fluids. Recently it seemed to us that we got zwariowalismy stroke or just a hot (as exemplified by this post). During the day tempertura reaches 37 degrees, and the only breath of air is caused by speeding in all kierunach motorcycles. To our surprise, it turned out that in Hanoi, you can not earn tourist visa to China, and our passports were granted to e-mail to Saigon (mamma mia!) Where "should" come back with a visa in about 6 days. Do not worry in advance and let hanoiska sucked into pit, arranging codzinne architectural culinary tours. Zaliczylismy already thriller ride into the three (plus a backpack) on a motorbike, we were at the water puppet theater, listened to psychedelic strings dan bau, napchalismy August sajgonkami throat and flushed with iced tea lotus. This is the Hanoi: crowded, noisy and full of tradition and expressive taste.
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