Doors of Hanoi (Addendum 1)

You guys didn't think I was done posting about 'Nam, did you?  Good, because I've got a few more tricks and posts up my sleeves.  First up, I was working on this pet project.  You've heard of Doors of Dublin?  Well, if not check it out.  I decided to do something similar.  Thus, I present to you Doors of Hanoi (with a few additions from the pottery village Bat Trang, just to spice things up a bit).  I took way too many photos of doorways (which got me some seriously curious looks, let me tell you), so these are just my favorites.

In the French Quarter.

Entrance to the National Bank.

This is the same as the door above. I can't decide which I love more.

St. Joseph's Cathedral.

Side entrance to St. Jo.

It's lime sherbert green. :)

The last three are from Bat Trang.

Original entrance door of Hanoi Hilton.

This is the cheeriest door in all of Hanoi.

Door of French villa.

This one's my absolute favorite. The proportions, color, wear, motorcycle...they all perfectly capture how it felt to be in the streets of Hanoi.

I'm definitely missing it--walking down side streets and seeing quirky little idiosyncratic doors and the people and activities in front of them.  Doors might seem like a silly thing for which to take time out, but they speak volumes about the people who use them.  Not so much in the States, unless you're one of those people who keeps up a wreath for every holiday or puts up some elaborate knocker for God knows what reason.  But Hanoian doors are a subtle manifestation of the haphazard, eccentric peculiarity of the city and its inhabitants.


Back on the homefront, my sleep schedule has been torn to shreds.  I don't usually suffer much jetlag, but apparently staying up for forty eight hours and time traveling over ten thousand miles will take its toll on even the most stalwart of travelers.  Tuesday I woke up at six forty-five a.m. Wednesday, six thirty.  Today?  Five freaking thirty!  And there's absolutely no way I'm going to sleep until tonight, in the hope that I can get back on some sort of normal sleep cycle, because I've seen far too many sunrises in the past four days.  I feel they're highly overrated.  I mean, they happen everyday.  Why is everyone so excited about something that's so common?


I'm in Beaufort, SC staying with my good friend Cassie.  We've just been chilling, looking for beaches, writing over coffee, and shopping.  In real stores!  With English tags!  But with American prices. :/  I miss nabbing a shirt for two dollars, a sandwich for a buck-fifty, pearl earrings for three clams (get it?).  And bargaining--my God, the bargaining!  How I've managed not to approach a cashier with "I'll give you thirty thousand dong for this," I've no idea.  Fingers crossed I don't slip back into bartering mode at a most inopportune moment.  I suppose I need a highlight for the last few days.  My first night back, I insisted on bar-b-que.  That, in addition to the enchiladas I couldn't resist at LAX, means that my eating habits haven't been the healthiest since my return, but, oh, have they been delicious! :D


Finally, and perhaps most importantly, my sister has her internship interview today!  I know she's going to be completely awesome and that everyone will wish her LOADS OF LUCK.  Rock on, hermana.

Look how serious she is about psychology! She's perfect for this position, interviewers!

Eleventh Hour

My time here is dwindling away.  By the time I leave Sunday morning, I'll have accomplished everything I really wanted to do with a few things left on my list that won't be terribly missed.  But I'm still trying to squeeze in some things last minute, so Thursday was something of a mish-mash in my last ditch effort to take in all there is to see and do in Hanoi.


First up is Quan Thanh Temple, just down the street from our apartment, dedicated to Tran Vu, the Guardian of the North and the Dark Heaven in Taoism.  According to legend, he aided the Vietnamese in their third century struggle against the Chinese and is the "patron saint," or genie, of Vietnam during adversity.  It's a really nice temple, but I don't think it receives very many foreign visitors, which is a real shame considering the unique nature of its main deity and the temple decoration.

Back of entrance gate. On top of each outermost pillar is a ky lan, a symbolic animal representing intelligence and goodness and is a messenger for peace.

One of a pair of elephants honoring those that helped fight off invaders.

Stele naming those who donated to the reconstruction of the temple in 1893.

This altar houses a statue of the master foreman of the temple.

Beautiful lacquer door painting.

Statue of the Black Genie. He holds a sword wrapped with a snake resting on a turtle, symbolizing protection of the country and death to all adversaries. Women rub his right foot in order to absorb the genie's strength. Yes, I rubbed it--sorry, Amy, but at least it's a fake foot.

I then set out for the Ho Chi Minh Mausoleum, passing by the Presidential Palace.  I didn't go inside the mausoleum, as the guards wouldn't even let me walk on the sidewalk in front of it and were making me nervous, and I didn't stop to take the picture of the palace, because I was afraid they'd tackle me and confiscate my camera thinking me an American spy.  I therefore took it from my hip while barely slowly down.  In the same area is the One Pillar Pagoda, which is...a pagoda built on one pillar.  Not much else to say about it.

Sorry for the wonky angle of the Presidential Palace, but I rather favor not being incarcerated for suspected espionage.

Hanoi...

Mausoleum (with Uncle Ho inside)...

Thang Long (The Citadel)...

One Pillar Pagoda.

After taking tea at Joma, writing up some postcards (which will now probably arrive in the States after I will), and sipping a Long Island Ice Tea in the shadow of St. Joseph's Cathedral, I stopped in at yet another pagoda I'd never noticed tucked away on Church Street.  It seems that few foreigners stop in at Ba Da Pagoda, as well, and I think my timing was rather unfortunate as a monk appeared to be holding a service, so I ducked my head and made a swift retreat.

Smaller pagoda entrance than usual.

Big Buddhas.

Stupa!

Today's highlight was my xe om ride back to the apartment.  I'm trying to fit in as many rides as I can before Sunday, since once I'm back in the States it's back to four-wheeled vehicles.  I'm really going to miss driving down the street and feeling the wind caress my cheeks and danger lurk around every corner.  It just won't be the same surrounded by steel and glass on all sides.

Oh, how I'll miss careening around corners.