We left Ho Chi Minh and flew to Hanoi with a totally different goal in mind. While Ho Chi Minh taught us about life in a whirlwind, Hanoi unveiled to us her cultural grace and tightly-knitted bond with nature. Weather-wise, it was as if we had stepped out of a sauna bath into a cool and cloudy paradise up in the north. Although it drizzled for a couple of days, on most other days the clouds remained non-threatening and the weather was chill.
The air of patriotism and communist vigour remained as apparent in the capital of Vietnam as it was in Ho Chi Minh, as was evident at the Ho Chi Minh Mausoleum. On the other hand, the spellbinding call for a refined understanding and appreciation of her culture and way of life was equally forceful. Hanoi, including its surrounding suburbs, were the places to go to, to listen to enchanting stories about turtles and their fabled swords. Naive and fairytale-like as these stories were, they were what kept us going in our quest for legendary adventures.
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