The Disaster of Arriving
16.11.2015 25 °C
After being on the plane for what felt like days, which was actually only hours (but meant I still had to use the plane toilet) I finally arrived in Hanoi City! I was so excited, I literally flew off the plane. However, my wings were soon cut off as when I went to get my luggage it was not there! The first thing I did was stress. I had a mental break down. I felt as though my holiday had been hit by a meteoroid. After many minutes wasted talking to a security guard, who was trying his best to calm me down, he finally told me to talk to my airline. So off I stormed to talk to my airline. They told me that, thankfully, my luggage had been located and would be on the next plane over. I was also very pleased to find that my insurance could pay for any of the costs associated with it. Relieved I left the airport and had a quick breakfast at 'Eat Vietnam' of Pho Beef Noodle Soup (for breakfast) and an unusual Lotus tea which was a beautiful mix of bitter and aromatic, to wash it down. I than walked to my motel, Hanoi Holiday Gold Hotel, where I was satisfied to put my feet up for a while.
After my speed nap I was refreshed and ready for my tour of Hanoi City with a group of young adults interested in perfecting their English. The tour was amazing. The first place I visited was the Thang Long (Ancient Hanoi Imperial Citadel). The building structure was breath taking while the formation of the trees entranced me. The last place I visited was the Temple of Literature (I was happy I was already with my guide as there were numerous fake guides out the front of the gates). Again, I was in awe of the building structure and tree formations. When I was there I was lucky enough to see a wedding. The cultural difference was fascinating. What really caught my eye about the wedding was that instead of wearing white dresses many of the women were dressed in bold and bright colored dresses.
After the tour I went back out to the airport where my luggage was waiting for me. I literally give it bear hug and rolled it back to the taxi to take me back to my motel. Once at my motel the difference in the culture struck me again. Living where I do, I never really realised the differences in the way we live through out the world.