Finally arrived in Hanoi – after a three-hour delay. Was picked up by the hotel liaison, which turned into another adventure in itself. Apparently, Hanoi has a unspoken, unwritten policy of “no horning” at least in the evening hours (I think, if what conspired this evening is anything to go by).
However, what they do as the alternative to that is to flash their headlights, flickering them at a crazy intense pulse. This technique, it seems is what our designated driver appears to have a knack.
Now translate that to actual horning, he would have been quite a terror on the road, which translate to anxious passengers – namely my company and me, which equals “not funny”.
It was such a relief when we arrived at the front desk of the hotel – with warm lemonade as welcome drinks. Sigh…
P.S. I was right. The “no horn” curfew is only an evening thing. Was woken up by the incessant blare of horns from the traffic outside my room’s window.
However, what they do as the alternative to that is to flash their headlights, flickering them at a crazy intense pulse. This technique, it seems is what our designated driver appears to have a knack.
Now translate that to actual horning, he would have been quite a terror on the road, which translate to anxious passengers – namely my company and me, which equals “not funny”.
It was such a relief when we arrived at the front desk of the hotel – with warm lemonade as welcome drinks. Sigh…
P.S. I was right. The “no horn” curfew is only an evening thing. Was woken up by the incessant blare of horns from the traffic outside my room’s window.
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