Driving around Hanoi is real. Mad real. Think of it as a school of fish. The drivers all travel together as one school. Funny enough, they all run red lights together as a school of fish, too! Wait, who am I kiddin. There are no red lights. They’re jus suggestions.
An’ don’t get me started on crossing the street as a “pedestrian.” I don’t speak Vietnamese but, I wouldn’t be surprised if that word weren’t even in their lexicon. There aren’t “pedestrians” on them streets jus lil frogs in the game of frogger.
I say that all to say, bein in them streets at night is magical, though. There still is technically (or maybe not so technically any more) curfew after midnight in Hanoi. So, going out post midnight is like a magical, deserted wonderland. It’s also the best time to visit the flower market in Tay Ho.
The peak hours are way past my bed time (2am -4ish) but my lil ole grandma self can still get the essence early. The street vendors all come to get their batch to sell the next day and it’s a crazy process to witness.
I may or may not be a lil tip-tip (tipsy for those that don’t speak Tammy) every time I come to the flower market but it’s always a trip. I was hella disappointed when I bought sunflowers there one magically drunken night to only wake up to welted lil guys come the morning time.
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