Hanoi Panorama After Gauguin - Roger Smith, April 2010
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Saturday, 10 April 2010
Wednesday, 7 April 2010
Plastic Swans and Fishing Poles
It's raining again in Hanoi and I watched the motor cyclists negotiating the slippery streets this morning as I breakfasted in the Sofitel hotel.
Each rider is wearing an over large poncho which resembles a large plastic ground sheet and flaps dangerously near the rear wheel as they progress.
The heads of pillion passengers (and there are quite a few) emerge from a rear flap in the ground sheet and it is not unusual to see large cases of bundles of goods wedged between the rider and his or her passenger.
The roads are filthy and I can only imagine in what condition they arrive at their destination.
Last evening there was a temporary clearing of the clouds so I went for a stroll alomng the foreshore of West Lake and watched families in swan peddle boats enjoying the climatic respite. Nearby a group of school boys were crouched over a tortoise that they were teasing with a stick.
There were isolated groups of fishermen who use a combination of a pole and plastic spool to cast out their lines. This activity is evidently quite illegal and they scarper at the first sign of the local police.
As with many such water ways in Asia the illusion of beauty is quickly dispelled if one views it close up. West Lake carries the debris of the city and its grey green waters are malodorous.
While I was enjoying the evening a man rushed past me and down the steps. Once he had finished urinating into the lake he casually retraced his steps, mounted his scooter and departed.
It was about this time that I too decided to leave the foreshore. The many flower vendors I encounted on my return journey partially restored my relief in the beauty of the city.
Each rider is wearing an over large poncho which resembles a large plastic ground sheet and flaps dangerously near the rear wheel as they progress.
The heads of pillion passengers (and there are quite a few) emerge from a rear flap in the ground sheet and it is not unusual to see large cases of bundles of goods wedged between the rider and his or her passenger.
The roads are filthy and I can only imagine in what condition they arrive at their destination.
Last evening there was a temporary clearing of the clouds so I went for a stroll alomng the foreshore of West Lake and watched families in swan peddle boats enjoying the climatic respite. Nearby a group of school boys were crouched over a tortoise that they were teasing with a stick.
As with many such water ways in Asia the illusion of beauty is quickly dispelled if one views it close up. West Lake carries the debris of the city and its grey green waters are malodorous.
While I was enjoying the evening a man rushed past me and down the steps. Once he had finished urinating into the lake he casually retraced his steps, mounted his scooter and departed.
It was about this time that I too decided to leave the foreshore. The many flower vendors I encounted on my return journey partially restored my relief in the beauty of the city.
Tuesday, 6 April 2010
West Lake Wonders
I am sitting in my hotel room at the Sofital in Hanoi looking at the fabled West Lake from my window. There is not however much to see, as the sight is obscured by light rain which has dogged my visit thus far.
This is my first visit to Vietnam and the city is much as I expected with lots of honking motorbikes weaving their way through traffic, women in their traditional conical hats peddling their wares and a very courteous population.
The houses are narrow and at three levels with a balustrade and balcony on the second. Most are in a state one often sees in in Asian cities but here and there are signs of renovation.
There is local fruit in abundance, although much of it is not of what one my term 'export quality' but tasty nevertheless.
The coffee is excellent and robust in character. One shot at breakfast is enough to get the eyeballs rolling!
My other observation is just how many pagoda temples there are in the city and architecturally they look very similar to Chinese Buddhist temples that I have observed elsewhere in South East Asia. Their enduring presence comes as a pleasant surprise.
This is my first visit to Vietnam and the city is much as I expected with lots of honking motorbikes weaving their way through traffic, women in their traditional conical hats peddling their wares and a very courteous population.The houses are narrow and at three levels with a balustrade and balcony on the second. Most are in a state one often sees in in Asian cities but here and there are signs of renovation.
There is local fruit in abundance, although much of it is not of what one my term 'export quality' but tasty nevertheless.
The coffee is excellent and robust in character. One shot at breakfast is enough to get the eyeballs rolling!
My other observation is just how many pagoda temples there are in the city and architecturally they look very similar to Chinese Buddhist temples that I have observed elsewhere in South East Asia. Their enduring presence comes as a pleasant surprise.
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