Holy shit! Hanoi!

Just got into our rooms in the old quarter of Hanoi. Nothing can compare with how manic this place is. We got dropped off by our airport shuttle on the edge of the old quarter just as dark was settling in. Dropped Kim at a restaurant with the bags and went looking for a room (nothing booked).  Got lost. In Hanoi. In the dark in Hanoi. Got found. Went looking for a guesthouse listed in LP. Got close to where that guesthouse is located and started checking other guest houses. This one, Hanoi Lucky Guesthouse, had a room and is cheaper than the one listed in LP (we are $18 a night) and, think a $150 to $200 a night room in Vancouver with 10 ft ceilings and crown moulding and fleur reliefs in the ceiling and mahogany doors baseboard armoire bed and THE MOST COMFORTABLE FRICKING MATRESS EVER! A FRICKING DUVET! One block off the street - five blocks long - that is the night market. Which, I am starving, is where we are going. Later.