Click the link to follow the journey in the series, Train Of Thought China was such a strain for me, emotionally, after being scammed and cheated in Beijing and Shanghai, that I could have kissed the ground when I arrived in Hanoi. Arriving at 5.30am, I was pleased to be met on the platform by someone from my hotel and taxied there. Even at that hour, receptionist Lily Pham was welcoming and arranged for me to use another room to shower and rest while waiting for my room to become available. Pham was both efficient and persuasive and while I was still bleary-eyed, I selected two trips – to Ha Long Bay, and the northern hill station of Sa Pa, famed for its rice terraces. My first night...
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