At cocktails the tasty food in little bite-size pieces were delicious, much as the bite-size pieces that the cannibal fish had nibbled off me, probably had been to him too.
Helpful advice that my experiences have taught me so you don’t have to make mistakes. I do it for you!
At cocktails the tasty food in little bite-size pieces were delicious, much as the bite-size pieces that the cannibal fish had nibbled off me, probably had been to him too.
Alert: Rest stops are vital if you start to get run down. If you’re not quite as enthusiastic it’s either fatigue or burnout.
Top Tip: Research Airport hotels very carefully. I have made catastrophic mistakes in the past
By the third day, I was suntanned and healthy and acclimatising to this totally new way of life. Glug, glug not choo, choo and brr, brr.
Now here’s the thing. As I travel alone I am kinda strict about travel etiquette so if you are going to meet someone they cannot dither or get on your tits,….
Beautiful houses with gardeners watering plants before the heat of the day and maids busily cleaning and dusting. Nannies coming out with bright well spoken small children
“Yes, yes,” he said now gazing blankly, incredulous that this mad Western old duck keeps quacking on.
My luggage rules are one carry on suitcase and a small under-seat rucksack for ALL trips. I will explain how to make this adjustment in your set thinking of how much to take.
OR ART AND CULTURE HEAVEN AT THE WOMEN’S MUSEUM HANOI
Alert: Although lengthy this is worth the read, these women have proven themselves in all aspects of life and the Women’s Museum is a truly spectacular exhibit and for the sister birds of all ages, a must read.

I gave myself a day for just a wafer thin mint of culture before going on a boat tour of Halong Bay, (mistake to do that Rebecca you know you hate tours) and it wasn’t enough. I walked my little trotters off and totally exhausted myself.
I decided to walk from my hotel to the Women’s Museum. Mistake. It was far and in Hanoi you always have to add extra time for all those bloody scooters nipping in and out and whizzing round corners with piles of whatever they were selling that day usually impairing their vision. I was kinda tired when I got there and limped around a truly lovely historic foray of women’s role in Vietnam past and present. Small but ferocious, they impressed and entranced me in their many guises. You gotta give it to them they rock.
The journey dragged and the skies were grey and it all felt terribly depressing. We all were grim and it was super lucky that I met Janet and John, a lovely English couple who I could join in a good moaning session throughout the trip. I loved them.