Everybody has a special moment or moments to remember from a particular holiday, and one of mine was a breakfast of eggs and bacon with orange juice in Hanoi. And you might very well wonder what was so special with Vietnamese bacon or eggs. Let me explain.
After we arrived in mid-afternoon in Hanoi and settled in the comfortable and very inexpensive accommodation that we booked using our Rough Guide, and we had a good night out clubbing in Apocalypse Now, smoking Cuban cigars, and getting acquainted with some very interesting Vietnamese ladies. Things never went too far, and conversation was a bit of a struggle, but we all had a good laugh nevertheless. Next morning, we had to solve the eternal problem of supplying food to our empty stomachs, and as we started venturing in the streets of Hanoi, we ended in the banks of Hoam Kiem lake, at the southeastern corner of which is the Dinh Lang restaurant. We had a quick look in the menu, and the familiar sight of eggs and bacon was sufficient to convince us to stay. The restaurant was empty, and we chose a table facing the lake. And then the magic started.
The proprietor had some soft, soothing Vietnamese music on his CD player, and clouds of mist moving and lifting were like curtains drawn and pulled, lifting and hiding the majestic views of the lake. At the same time, you could see some elderly folk practising tai chi in slow motion, almost coordinated with the music of our proprietor. For the next hour or so, the West was so far away, and the Great Orient had taken over. And the words of Frenchman Jolaud Barral sprung to mind: “Saigon and Singapore is where one exists. Hanoi is where one lives.” The photo below was NOT taken that magic morning .