Vietnam 2015

The pain of being hit by a moped

The pitey feast continous as I woke up this morning feeling like a proper old lady, walking hurts since every part of my body hurt, like you had an extremely heavy workout session.
Dragging my ass down stairs for brekkie was acceptable;

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Dragging my bag to the pre-order car was OK, especially since I’m travelling with an accident prone person that made sure I put proper shoes on just incase I hurt my ankles yesterday.

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Going for a ride in a car without seatbelts the day after you had an accident, not to fantabolus!
The car took us to the airport where a plane took us to Hanoi. Reaching the hotel I crawled into bed and slept the whole afternoon while the Queen herself went out and about. I will return to this city later this week so not feeling too bad about missing out.
When she returned I had just woken up, popped a pill (Swedish not Vietnamese though) and hungry as hell, so we headed out. Just the short walk that we took made me wanna cry as I was freaking out about all the mopeds, scared that one would hit me again.

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So I pretty much just picked the first decent looking restaurant for dinner. Nothing to complain about, the food was yum and I got to try a local Hanoi beer.

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After dinner, I returned to the hotel while the Queen herself went for another walk. I deemed the hotel room to depressing and again walked out, taking a left this time it turned out that the next street up was closed for traffic. Sweet! Found a place where I could sit and do this;

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Across the street a place sold tops with pretty fun texts on them so I accidentally bought a few;

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Now back at the hotel we are getting ready for a 6:15 pick-up that will bring us to water. I have stocked up on beer to manage the water and really hope that the next to days will be days without mopeds, and without me having to move too much. Sitting down on my ass reading my book and letting my body rest is kind of all I want right now. If I laugh it hurts, and that’s never good, one needs to be able to laugh (and walk without feeling/looking like an old woman).
Peace out ma peeps!

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