Vietnam always seems to be very busy. I got up quite early every morning during my travels. I never slept longer than 6am. But i always seem to be late.
I couldn´t remember the motorbikes ever stopped hooting, the kitchens were always steaming and everyone had to sell something….anytime.
Hanoi is picked of temples and pagodas of all kinda religions and worldviews . And very soon i found out why….they are an oasis of silence and peace within all the trouble. At least it was for me
I watched this monk carrying some joss sticks from the oven to the shrine. I admired the serene and tranquil way of doing it.
We didn´t talk.