<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404791</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:45:45.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Viet-Yr-Aur Stomp</title><subtitle type='html'>Bron-Yr-Aur is the small welsh cottage where Led Zeppelin recorded their third album. 

And Viet-Yr-Aur Stomp is the memory lane where Richard and I spent 8 days and 7 nights in Vietnam, Hanoi. 
It was a romantic, fruitful and magnificent trip 
that we will never forget.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vietyraurstomp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404791/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vietyraurstomp.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_YVfer946Y/SeNPI_bOtSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/c8UXaxFIBmc/S220/21054713_cc2cf79cb2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404791.post-111790219599379087</id><published>2005-06-04T23:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T01:57:56.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something about Hanoi</title><content type='html'>I'm glad that we chose to visit Hanoi over Ho Chi Minh's City.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy traffic, beautiful &amp; dirty walls etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos11.flickr.com/17097516_fe4a08ad35_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the government buildings located in the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos14.flickr.com/17086436_5eb93d76a3_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have an affinity for dirty walls.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos13.flickr.com/17071553_13ecf73567_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another evidence to prove that point&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos11.flickr.com/17071549_357847a09a_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This hat is very popular in Hanoi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos14.flickr.com/17086441_e3360f3c2d_m.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://photos12.flickr.com/17085372_528a16d8e6_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to be artistic with my shots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos10.flickr.com/17072736_dec279e540_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chess is a popular game, and probably the only entertainment amongst the elderly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos9.flickr.com/17086437_b119169db6_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos12.flickr.com/17086438_66b5fa2ae8_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casket flowers for the dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos11.flickr.com/17090774_9f73163090_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A railway track right at your door step&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos11.flickr.com/17089652_9eee3c3945_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flimsy protection but I'm sure it's defensive enough for unwanted guests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos11.flickr.com/17089647_5fc91b1f2d_m.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://photos14.flickr.com/17374887_42e916bde1_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Propaganda Poster is a way of life in Hanoi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos10.flickr.com/17374885_7486488932_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parking lot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos9.flickr.com/17405901_81cdf59b80_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They wear hats but not helmets while riding on a motorbike! &lt;br /&gt;You have to be seriously gutsy in order to walk straight across the road with the crazy traffic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos13.flickr.com/17087935_dfe61f71ff_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best way to know your neighbour's name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos10.flickr.com/17090777_22bd468e6b_m.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://photos13.flickr.com/17083564_dd9402f665_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another "trying to shoot artistic shots series..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos12.flickr.com/17083561_2edee101a5_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In need of anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos10.flickr.com/17083565_4a1da713e7_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barrows for rubbish, you could tell the Vietnamese were trying to keep their streets clean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos10.flickr.com/17085370_2d868531af_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling face has never looked better than this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos14.flickr.com/17085373_c79dbdca4e_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D.I.Y signage. Good graphic usage of scissors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos14.flickr.com/17089648_8ba9b6bc66_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken, but still in use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos13.flickr.com/17085369_6f36f61dd5_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were at the pharmaceutical street where the air was &lt;br /&gt;filled with strange &amp; pungent medicine smell :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos12.flickr.com/17082509_43cbc7fe38_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mobile vegetable seller. A typical sight on the street. &lt;br /&gt;I was literally chasing after her for this particular shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos9.flickr.com/17087936_da058f6fd4_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet pastries left by the French.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos12.flickr.com/17082511_f663511f27_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did quite alot of walking when we were at Hanoi &lt;br /&gt;with our not-so-helpful map, but we had good fun getting lost nevertheless.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404791-111790219599379087?l=vietyraurstomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vietyraurstomp.blogspot.com/feeds/111790219599379087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404791&amp;postID=111790219599379087&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404791/posts/default/111790219599379087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404791/posts/default/111790219599379087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vietyraurstomp.blogspot.com/2005/06/something-about-hanoi.html' title='Something about Hanoi'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_YVfer946Y/SeNPI_bOtSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/c8UXaxFIBmc/S220/21054713_cc2cf79cb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404791.post-111789795233177504</id><published>2005-06-04T22:54:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T17:37:37.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Old Quarters</title><content type='html'>Richard and I stayed in Ang Dao Hotel at Ma May street,&lt;br /&gt;located in The Old Quarters.&lt;br /&gt;Our first impression was the whole place &lt;br /&gt;was a claustrophobic zone!!!&lt;br /&gt;The streets were dirty in a beautiful way.&lt;br /&gt;There are so many streets within the area. I don't &lt;br /&gt;know all the street names...&lt;br /&gt;however, you can know the difference by the items &lt;br /&gt;that the street shops are selling.&lt;br /&gt;That's how I identify them. Shoes' Street. Toys' Street. &lt;br /&gt;Specs' Street. Buttons' Street. Books' street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos12.flickr.com/17375172_be6ecc64d3_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Ma May street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos11.flickr.com/17090775_6133a6e4e6_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting into the swing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos10.flickr.com/17075307_b62b17718e_m.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://photos11.flickr.com/17075306_42fb42a830_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the open air market. Sometimes you may find a motorbike&lt;br /&gt;riding just right behind your back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos14.flickr.com/17210339_0a716ac8dc_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baguettes and chatty women. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos9.flickr.com/17086440_32d772fac5_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dark corridors are very common in The Old Quarters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404791-111789795233177504?l=vietyraurstomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vietyraurstomp.blogspot.com/feeds/111789795233177504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404791&amp;postID=111789795233177504&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404791/posts/default/111789795233177504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404791/posts/default/111789795233177504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vietyraurstomp.blogspot.com/2005/06/old-quarters.html' title='The Old Quarters'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_YVfer946Y/SeNPI_bOtSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/c8UXaxFIBmc/S220/21054713_cc2cf79cb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404791.post-111789629802440076</id><published>2005-06-04T22:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T17:40:44.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A quiet village</title><content type='html'>Richard and I took a boat to this particular village on &lt;br /&gt;one of the islands at Halong Bay.&lt;br /&gt;We were on our way to hike another 2km mountain.&lt;br /&gt;It was a physical and mental challenge for both of us. &lt;br /&gt;However, it was really fun and the view from the top was breathtaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos10.flickr.com/17080376_29b9c01c60_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the many mountains on the island. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos12.flickr.com/17079260_faa735cb78_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was about 20 mins walk from the pier to the village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos13.flickr.com/17079261_c3253bf6fd_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very first house that caught my attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos13.flickr.com/17079263_d897a8d1e9_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The VILLAGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos13.flickr.com/17374884_c0d4fff0df_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos11.flickr.com/17079264_098dbeea7f_m.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://photos14.flickr.com/17079262_50aca10ff6_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the more "modernised" houses in the village&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos11.flickr.com/17080372_60f675de7c_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This old Aussie man was teaching western culinary &lt;br /&gt; to young Vietnamese villagers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos14.flickr.com/17080374_76ce0a0ea2_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This view was worth all the effort, panting and perspiration.&lt;br /&gt;On top of it, my endless whining, poor Richard had to put up with me&lt;br /&gt;with kind encouragement. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos10.flickr.com/17080373_96b809122f_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A view of the village from where we were....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos11.flickr.com/17080375_e3788118db_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tida made her way to the top of the mountain too!!! &lt;br /&gt;Of course, with the help of her bohemian folks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404791-111789629802440076?l=vietyraurstomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vietyraurstomp.blogspot.com/feeds/111789629802440076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404791&amp;postID=111789629802440076&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404791/posts/default/111789629802440076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404791/posts/default/111789629802440076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vietyraurstomp.blogspot.com/2005/06/quiet-village.html' title='A quiet village'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_YVfer946Y/SeNPI_bOtSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/c8UXaxFIBmc/S220/21054713_cc2cf79cb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404791.post-111789355610659224</id><published>2005-06-04T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T15:18:49.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to Ho Chi Minh</title><content type='html'>Ho Chi Minh married nationalism to communism and &lt;br /&gt;perfected the deadly art of guerrilla warfare.&lt;br /&gt;Affectionately known as Uncle Ho.&lt;br /&gt;The dude who drove the French away and fought with the Americans.&lt;br /&gt;The Vietnamese adored him with deep respect&lt;br /&gt;and renamed the capital-Saigon to his name: Ho Chin Minh City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos11.flickr.com/17071040_9615b46c45_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say hi to Uncle Ho!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos14.flickr.com/17070464_2adead7830_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho Chi Minh's testament&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho Chi Minh's mausoleum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos13.flickr.com/17071550_40dcf25bcd_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos14.flickr.com/17071551_89e7a310fa_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, he didn't want his  dead body to be embalmed.&lt;br /&gt;In his will he specified that his ashes be buried in urns on &lt;br /&gt;three hilltops in Vietnam, saying, "Not only is cremation good &lt;br /&gt;from the point of view of hygiene, but it also saves farmland."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos11.flickr.com/17380807_f8b50ef93f_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was actually quite good looking, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos12.flickr.com/17380806_fa126f62bd_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A walk through in Vietnamese history at the Revolution Museum.&lt;br /&gt;Very enriching experience despite the bad lightings and the old&lt;br /&gt;display cases. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos10.flickr.com/17380808_3846c46bd0_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it, Vietnam flag is quite cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos10.flickr.com/17380809_c039d9ca9d_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Ho's inspiring words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos12.flickr.com/17380810_6da53b379d_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it was about the Vietnam war... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos10.flickr.com/17382621_671d1eb246_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The power of visual overrides any languages.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404791-111789355610659224?l=vietyraurstomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vietyraurstomp.blogspot.com/feeds/111789355610659224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404791&amp;postID=111789355610659224&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404791/posts/default/111789355610659224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404791/posts/default/111789355610659224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vietyraurstomp.blogspot.com/2005/06/tribute-to-ho-chi-minh.html' title='Tribute to Ho Chi Minh'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_YVfer946Y/SeNPI_bOtSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/c8UXaxFIBmc/S220/21054713_cc2cf79cb2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404791.post-111789074196311407</id><published>2005-06-04T21:00:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T17:21:24.748+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At Halong Bay</title><content type='html'>We spent one night at Halong Bay on the boat and &lt;br /&gt;another night at Ca Ba island which was a horrendous&lt;br /&gt;island filled with hotels and tourists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part of Halong Bay. &lt;br /&gt;Mr Ha otherwise known as Anal &amp; trying so hard&lt;br /&gt;to be funny tourguide claimed that there are 3000 &lt;br /&gt;limestone mountains at Halong Bay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos13.flickr.com/17077607_7c6b2bd89b_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome formation of limestones in one of the caves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos9.flickr.com/17077605_f6a6786a7d_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos13.flickr.com/17076549_385744de6c_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Provision shop on a sampan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos9.flickr.com/17077609_54d87ce501_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our cabin room on board. There's a toilet attached to every cabin.&lt;br /&gt;So it was actually quite convenient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos11.flickr.com/17077608_0dc96ff1cb_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the boat...we can't wait to hike again.. were we? hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32638792@N00/17082506/" title="me and richard by Through The Hosiery, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/14/17082506_49ba91f430_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="me and richard" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404791-111789074196311407?l=vietyraurstomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vietyraurstomp.blogspot.com/feeds/111789074196311407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404791&amp;postID=111789074196311407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404791/posts/default/111789074196311407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404791/posts/default/111789074196311407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vietyraurstomp.blogspot.com/2005/06/at-halong-bay.html' title='At Halong Bay'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_YVfer946Y/SeNPI_bOtSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/c8UXaxFIBmc/S220/21054713_cc2cf79cb2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/14/17082506_49ba91f430_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404791.post-111788942375721830</id><published>2005-06-04T19:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T17:51:27.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 favourite moments at Hanoi</title><content type='html'>It was our first holiday trip together as a couple. &lt;br /&gt;Everything turned out beautiful and smooth...&lt;br /&gt;at least, we weren't up at each other's throats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Soaking, dozing off, reading &amp; having great lengthy &lt;br /&gt;conversations in the bathtub together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32638792@N00/17092025/" title="Smoking in the bathtub.. by Through The Hosiery, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/13/17092025_098727e51d_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Smoking in the bathtub.." /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Spending the romantic night at the upper deck of the boat&lt;br /&gt;with a bottle of red wine and awful Vietnamese cigarettes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Richard's blabbering on German Combat Boots &amp;&lt;br /&gt;making fun of that irritating &amp; talkative Costa Rican/German couple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Delicious Bun Cha&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://photos13.flickr.com/17210341_dd358060df_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard's demonstration of eating Bun Cha in the right way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Enjoying the breeze at Halong Bay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos10.flickr.com/17081331_16a2b0ef36_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Dinner time :) *Only time we actually enjoyed the food*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Visits to the museums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The sight of Tida and her laughter&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://photos9.flickr.com/17077610_40680356e7_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Watching Samurai Jack/news in German &amp; Japanese/&lt;br /&gt;Star wars in Russian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Hiking! Maybe not.. hmm yeah Hiking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Getting lost at The Old Quarters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Favourite transportation: On a bike&lt;br /&gt;Fast and cheap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Kayaking at Halong Bay, we felt like we were in &lt;br /&gt;Lord of the Rings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Mark aka The Canadian Guy's dry humour jokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Smoking in the bathtub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Hiking. The view from the top was breathtaking.&lt;br /&gt;Very tiring. I can't believe that I wore a dress for the hiking trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Propaganda Posters&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://photos11.flickr.com/17081336_2276ee6a4e_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Sitting on cyclo.&lt;br /&gt;Our favourite cyclist because he was less pushy...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://photos10.flickr.com/17375169_4eb8925270_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Walking up this flight of stairs. &lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to get back to our air conditioned room!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://photos9.flickr.com/17090778_c9a74da54f_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Waking up next to each other :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404791-111788942375721830?l=vietyraurstomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vietyraurstomp.blogspot.com/feeds/111788942375721830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404791&amp;postID=111788942375721830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404791/posts/default/111788942375721830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404791/posts/default/111788942375721830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vietyraurstomp.blogspot.com/2005/06/20-favourite-moments-at-hanoi.html' title='20 favourite moments at Hanoi'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_YVfer946Y/SeNPI_bOtSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/c8UXaxFIBmc/S220/21054713_cc2cf79cb2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/13/17092025_098727e51d_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13404791.post-111785429943914292</id><published>2005-06-04T10:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T17:47:51.129+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Food for thoughts</title><content type='html'>We didn't venture much into Vietnamese food. &lt;br /&gt;Most of the street hawkers don't speak English.&lt;br /&gt;We needed someone to converse in English when comes to food. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos14.flickr.com/17097512_179d1c4514_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our first meal and last dinner at this restaurant. &lt;br /&gt;It had fulfilled our starving desire for mashed potatoes :D&lt;br /&gt;Superb and friendly service. The staff spoke understandable English. &lt;br /&gt;We loved the food!!!! Highly recommended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos13.flickr.com/17079259_0502e0b07a_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awful yellow margarine was served during breakfast on the boat. &lt;br /&gt;For breakfast at Hanoi, we usually had bread, butter and eggs.&lt;br /&gt;It was not a big deal for Richard and me because &lt;br /&gt;we don't eat that much in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos13.flickr.com/17090776_e35d52a297_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ridiculously low stools are common on the streets. &lt;br /&gt;Snapped this picture at the open air market in the Old Quarters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos13.flickr.com/17072738_ddab373b9b_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vietnamese cook and eat anywhere, anytime...&lt;br /&gt;very portable, indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos13.flickr.com/17075308_86d51c353e_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glass noodles with god knows what chewy and tasty meat :P&lt;br /&gt;It costs 10,000 dong. (15,800 dong = USD$1)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos13.flickr.com/17075309_a2473e3880_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick bite before watching Water puppets performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos10.flickr.com/17083559_95d631556f_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is considered as the Up-market street hawker area.&lt;br /&gt;We didn't have our meals there though. I know they serve fried maggots!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos12.flickr.com/17210344_bfd5086300_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos11.flickr.com/17087934_e31bce4d60_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our favourite Vietnamese food: Bun Cha. &lt;br /&gt;Consists of light noodles, tasty meatballs or pork and bamboo shoots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos10.flickr.com/17210342_fa0eabfe93_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This type of noodles is commonly served in Vietnamese dishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos11.flickr.com/17081333_42687d9779_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Richard and I had candlelight dinner, thanks to the sudden blackout. &lt;br /&gt;We had the most candid and animated conversation with the&lt;br /&gt;smiling waiter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos12.flickr.com/17076548_d32c425eba_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had Italian food and a talkative waiter who was trying to &lt;br /&gt;impress me with his broken mandarin. Aha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos9.flickr.com/17072732_2ac8662149_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this bowl of tasteless beef noodles at Brother's cafe.&lt;br /&gt;Very very swanky restaurant with exploitated "fake" street&lt;br /&gt;hawkers as props to enhance their Vietnamese authenticity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos10.flickr.com/17071554_5bd7ae334e_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our lemon tea in these lovely decorated glasses...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/32638792@N00/17072733/" title="Me at a swanky open air restaurant by Through The Hosiery, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/14/17072733_b82f433792_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="Me at a swanky open air restaurant" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours truly, one of the few pictures of me taken in Hanoi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13404791-111785429943914292?l=vietyraurstomp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vietyraurstomp.blogspot.com/feeds/111785429943914292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13404791&amp;postID=111785429943914292&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404791/posts/default/111785429943914292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13404791/posts/default/111785429943914292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vietyraurstomp.blogspot.com/2005/06/food-for-thoughts.html' title='Food for thoughts'/><author><name>Anna</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_X_YVfer946Y/SeNPI_bOtSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/c8UXaxFIBmc/S220/21054713_cc2cf79cb2.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/14/17072733_b82f433792_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
