Due to a flood that has already claimed 40 lives, no trains to the south. Our mum on time (note, we interrupt this text for a short eulogy : Marina May, you have fed us, calms ( " do not panic, the driver comes in time, everything will be fine " ), shown us the way and explain the world ( " stomach ache " ), protected us from the rain and grown our laundry - three cheers to you, you gentle angel with nerves of steel ) booked hastily a flight to Da Nang : then Hue is just skipped and there ! goes directly to Hoi An : Nothing is more flexible than a person traveling, the where and when has no significance for the course of things and take a look at fast Ferry Dublin Liverpool.
Farewell of the rumors of Ha Noi : We are already on the way to the airport when we hear it : A friend of a friend of a friend this morning was in the 17 Floor of the Hanoi Towers busy, as he saw it through the window : a few kilometers a dust mushroom cloud rose over the city like after a big explosion : near the football stadium where the military rehearses for his ultimate 1000 annual parade and look at the ferries.
Then the first cell phone photos on the Internet: destruction, deaths, injuries, chaos, police officers, firefighters. Certainly not stop, but some catastrophic stupidity : what the Army must also consider their bombs through the city and cram all containers with fireworks ! A little later: news blackout and digital cleanup until the official version is finished tinkering. What remains is the rumor mill, which could prohibit or no regime in the world, the whispering.
With thick butt the darkness sitting on the land when we arrive : almost midnight : After the notoriously overcrowded capital of Hoi An as the main character in a movie Nouevelle Vague : dark, beautiful, silent, mysterious, empty of life. Small houses, wide streets, sidewalks real - and nowhere to be seen a soul, either on two wheels or four, not on low stool sitting, not lying asleep. This is like my last Ferry Dublin to Holyhead Timetable trip.
Simply no. That's a shock : Here's something bad happens ? Where are all the ? Why not honk like in Bremen? - And if we miss our 3 million new citizens after a week Ha Noi - must feel like a Vietnamese from Hanoi, when he first comes into the empty Germany ? ( We guessed it right : Lonely, unreal, disoriented, lost. ) The cicadas give everything : A sound, as if the night powered by high voltage. These croaking frogs, chirping geckos, rats fiepende who walk in all front yards.
"You want to go to a bar ? Good bar ? " - Amidst the dark alley, surrounded by romantic old house, our lone cowboy comes a scooter riders contrary, on his horse : Humanity is therefore not extinct, at least the tourist traps are still alive. We give him a brush-off, go left, right, left, right, up the brownish asphalt passes into brownish water surface, a few boats, the noses stretched on the sidewalk, take a nap - and land by itself at the " Good Bar ", which is the ultimate culture shock : no chairs but wicker chairs from which sources voluminous tourists sweaty faces under silly hats, hairy paws, lift the tankard : of delicate Vietnamese sitting in white waiter blouses the thick chunks and raise food ( fries ) and liquid ( beer ) to the gaping maws. (For a delirious second, I think I know as true as the Americans tried to feel at home here ).
