The sights, the sounds, and the smells of Vietnam’s capital city are intense.
I had been walking around the streets of Hanoi for all of five minutes when I stepped on a chicken. It made a horrific sound. It seemed as though both the chicken and me were dying.
How did this happen? I didn’t see the street chickens because I was distracted by the goat. The goat was interesting to me, because you don’t always see a lone goat hanging out on a busy street in a major metropolitan area. I was attempting to snap a picture of the goat and avoid being hit by the 10,000 motor scooters whizzing by when I accidentally stepped on the chicken (not pictured).
Then I walked into a “cafe” to have a beer and settle my nerves. A boy who could not have been a day over 11 years-old served me a beer and asked if I was “looking for girls later tonight.” Then he high-fived me and shouted, “Obama!” with a big smile.
WHAT IS THIS CITY???