Strolling through the bustling streets of Ha Noi, surrounding the Hoan Kein lake. We find ourselves on another day of sight-seeing on foot. Our first sight for the day was the Temple of the Jade Mountain (Ngoc Son Temple) on the north-eastern side of the lake.
We managed to come mid morning it was not so busy, maybe every one has been templed out. A few school groups arrived as we were leaving. I was really lucky to have great lighting for this place to capture some really great shots. You can take a look at my flickr account to see more photos.
The gate to the Temple of the Jade Mountain. Roy standing next to one of the school kids. They thought I was good for a photo.
One of the missions during the day was to find Roy a pair of thongs (flip-flops) as his had broken. Finding the shoe street, we started looking for something that was going to fit his size 12 feet. We tried every stall, with them offering us shoes that would comfortable fit me, but not Roy’s big feet. We even stopped a guy to rummage his cart of thongs to see if he had any big enough.
Sadly we did not find Roy any shoes. We knew that we would be back in Australia with in the next two weeks. That meant he had to wait until then.
I do love that people live on the streets, once their doors are open the contents of their homes spills on to the pavement. This lady is having a small snooze, while her veggie shop is closed (as you can see everything has been covered over). Homes open as tea shops, soup stands or in the case above a veggie stall.
Around the corner from our hotel we found this kebab place, this is the second time we visited. It was so good we had to go back for more. Thinly sliced chicken, cabbage, lettuce, onion, tomato, mayonnaise and chili sauce in a Vietnamese bread roll. mmmmm mmmmm. To tell you the truth I could eat one of those now.
Peanuts! ok, why peanuts. While we were waiting for the plane to Ha Noi from Laung Prabang we met an expat. He’d been living on and off in Ha Noi for nine years. He spoke to us about how the locals drink on the street, ordering beer out of kegs in plastic cups.
Finding this really interesting he gave us directions to the corner where you can drink with the locals. On the diagonal corner was a similar set up for westerners(backpackers with cash) to drink. He told us to drink with the locals not only is it considerably cheaper the atmosphere is great for people watching. Both Roy and I enjoy watching others interact around us.
As the night carries on we all get louder, and we are sitting surrounded by locals on tiny chairs. I caught these two in conversation, it seemed like some one was getting a lesson about something important. Mean while I drank a few beers and smoked cheap cigarettes. People are fascinating.