Les Go Back to Hanoi

As ya’ll may know, I live in Hanoi, Vietnam. I have for the past year. People back home often ask me what it’s like living here. I really can’t explain it. It’s something that one must experience for their own. Les jus say, it’s not a starter city. Coming back here I traded unseasonably cold weather for straight up swamp ass.

With that being said, this is my host country and I have mad love for it. I was surprisingly sweating with excitement to be back in my lovely back-alley neighborhood in Ba Dinh, Hanoi (or maybe I was sweating because it’s damn near 100 with 100% humidity)!?

A little exploration

I jus wanna give ya’ll a brief sense of the daily in Hanoi. This is in no way an all encompassing exploration but I’ll do my best. Everyday I am presented with things that jus make me scratch my head and things that make me stand in awe.

For example, there is no limit to what people will transport via bike:

these are all on bikes driven by real people. If I documented all the crazy ass shit I’ve seen on bikes that’d become my FT job.

Or, the beautifully appalling maze that are the telephone wires and back alleys:

Les Go to the Railway, Hanoi

One place that’s pretty unique in Hanoi is the Railway. Its a few block section in Old Quarter where the train passes directly through a residential area. The train is so close it’s got damn unnerving. Amongst all the blood thirsty tourist is a community that has preserved throughout the constant passing of Hanoi’s finest trains.

There are many local businesses popping up on the tracks. I have a favorite, The Railway Hanoi, where the people who work there always show so much love to my GF and I.