What were Cuong and I talking about? (By the way, when the aunt needed to find him, she yelled "Cuongyaaa", almost like in Russian). About how the road ahead was getting way too overloaded with traffic, and that it wouldn't be a bad idea for us to catch a bus instead of pedaling through exhaust fumes and dust. Cuong promised to arrange everything, called the bus company, then called the bus itself, and agreed that they would pick us up along with our bikes right from the hotel. Now that's service! Things get sorted out in a really pleasant way in Vietnam. The bus to Hanoi took about 5 hours, quite a lot. The decision not to ride on our own power was the right one — the road is just too packed with vehicles and honking.
Vietnam 7 - Bus to Hanoi
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We had to wait a long time for the bus. By the way, I forgot to mention that we had potatoes for dinner at the hotel! Such touching care for Western tourists. The potatoes were tasty, and the whole dinner in general was too. The bus arrived
So the cycling part of our journey was already over. That's kinda sad, overall, but that's how it turned out.
As for the hotel, it had many buildings and a huge garden on the hills, with paths, steps, gazebos, fish, and statues. Everything as it should be.
In the room, of course, there's tea
Golden curtains
The air conditioners only spoil the view, but otherwise it's pure glitz and glamour
Tea by the entrance too
The entrance, which is also the exit, with a sign in English: "See you again"
People eating in the lobby
While we were waiting for the bus, a crowd of tourists who arrived on three buses swarmed in and started gobbling and devouring.
And this is our breakfast - some bread and sliced fruit
Leo
Reception
The hotel clearly has some history and deep roots, the lobby walls have mountains of photos and drawings like this one
Tea by the entrance. I accidentally spilled half the box, but nobody gives a damn, as usual
Hotels sometimes have flip-flops
An abundance of plants
Of bizarre shapes
As well as statues that induce a state of relaxation
Lanterns
General view
All in all, a nice hotel that's close to nature
The tiles bring Escher to mind
The little elephant looks practically alive
There's also a pool, though it's a bit dirty - leaves floating around
The hotel has many buildings, a whole complex
And plenty of plants
Tiles again
Some confusing structure
For hanging out the laundry?
Even the staircase is tiled
More tiles
And non-tiles, for a change
And a tiled pot too
And the little leaf is even cooler than the tiles
Boring non-tiles
Nature
Bananas
Decorative statues in the party meeting hall, a samurai
And a girl too
A palm tree
Another building
Another cactus
Steps and gazebos
Alas, globalization has reached here too
More tiles
There's a net for the fish
Practically antiquity
Fish live here
Another lantern
Overall, an idyll
With leaves like this - probably bananas
Panorama
Steps again
Little mushrooms
Watering can
The first and only monkey I encountered in Vietnam
Tiles again
Cuong and I
The bus tourists who swarmed in
They shoved the bikes into the luggage compartment without a peep, although apparently that's not always the case
It's a sleeper bus!
The only interesting detail in this whole post - the bus has about 40 seats, in three rows and two tiers. You walk around inside in slippers they give you at the entrance, and there's air conditioning. The seats are a bit short for Europeans, though, even though Intar said he was fine, and he's tall. They were also showing the local equivalent of "Star Academy" on the TV - the morals are quite liberal, turns out that naked bodies don't bother the Party.
The TV is right in front of me
We stopped at a restroom, work is in full swing there
I don't know what this is or what it's for
We also stopped at a tourist trap called "Ruby Emperor" - an international chain of stores specifically for dropping off people traveling by bus. It was the first time I've encountered such a concept. I fell for it - the girls in the store were embroidering pictures, right on the spot, I had to buy a couple. And the young salesgirls, although they were in the national dress called "áo dài", were brazen and tried to extort money for photos, so there won't be any pictures.
Upon arrival, for some reason, the slippers were tossed out of the bus
Hanoi welcomes us with its by now familiar, insane traffic