I returned to Hanoi and Halong Bay, both in the north of Vietnam. As you linger in Hanoi, you become one with it — the pulse of the street, the ebb and flow of traffic.
Bicyclists and motorbikers. Conical hats (nón lá). Silk and souvenir shops. Food stalls.
Tourists transported in carts.
Symmetry at the Temple of Literature. Graduating students taking photographs in the courtyard. A spot for meditation. The scent of incense. Rooftop dragons.
The view from City View Cafe. Light traffic on a leisurely Thursday afternoon.
Double-person kayaks on Halong Bay. Exploring the waters before sunset. Swimming off a sandy secluded beach.
Floating houses between limestone karsts.
Motorbike and foot traffic in Dong Xuan Market.
Tree at the Temple of Literature; a view of Tran Quoc Pagoda alongside West Lake.
Bánh bột lọc tôm thịt at Pineapple restaurant. Script on a brick wall at the Temple of Literature. A red bridge at Hoàn Kiếm Lake.
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Rooftop Dragon at the Temple of Literature
Motorbiker on the Street
Courtyard at the Temple of Literature
Dong Xuan Market
Motorbikes at the Park
Goodies at Dong Xuan Market
Yellow Lotus Flowers on West Lake
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More motorbikers. All the time. Everywhere.
Another view of Tran Quoc Pagoda. A manicured bush at the Temple of Literature. Hang Hanh Street in the Old Quarter.
Walking across the road. Invincible.
Scenes from Halong Bay. Karsts. Houseboats. The floating fishing village of Vung Vieng.
Boat at the rocky gate of Vung Vieng.
Villager on a boat, taken from the pearl shop at Vung Vieng.
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Kayaking and Swimming
Vung Vieng Village
Boat and Karsts
En Route to Vung Vieng Village
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The dock at the oyster farm and pearl factory at Vung Vieng fishing village.