Greetings from Hanoi. Not.

And for
this, I get to
MISS,
miss, Serenity.
For this.

I'm in Hanoi. Staying at the Melia, smack in the middle of town. The past few days, I have been wandering around the old town area, snacking on pate, and poking around dingy little shop houses filled with cheap tourist trinkets.

The roads are filled with motorbikes and bycicles. Everyone travels on those. The air is perpetually tainted with the strong smell of diesel exhaust, and thick with dust.

All the shops and houses are covered in a thick layer of grime, everything is old and breaking down.

The people are friendly, or I hope they are. Everyone seems to be talking to me, pointing at something, showing me something, as I walk past them in the streets.

Today is Tuesday. I have been here since Sunday. I will be leaving on Friday.

And for this, I get to miss Serenity.