The Streets of Hanoi

  • Something inside me said take a 36 hour long bus up north, to Hanoi. The bus ride was long but it was calming and freeing. I arrived in Hanoi early in the morning at around 5am and . Hanoi instantly felt different.

  • It was old, gritty and just thick with history and stories.

  • It ticked all my boxes and I started feeling the excitement bubble up again.

  • I was obsessed Hanoi, I would wake up in the early hours of the morning, walk the streets and take tons of pictures.

  • I loved the commotion and the chaos of it all.

  • Stillness…..

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