Arriving into Vietnam after a quick one-hour flight over from Luang Prabang, our 3 days in Hanoi were spent primarily counting the number of times Julie could visit the toilet in a 24 hour period. As a bit of Laos-originated food poisoning had decided to bless her bowels (luckily only the single-exit variety), the dutiful husband I am spent most of our 72 hours in Vietnam's chaotic capital running between pharmacies in search of prescription-free medicine (yay for 3rd world laxness), bringing bowls of Pho back to the room, and moreorless attempting to will Julie back to health (typically involved staring at her intently, and asking "are you better yet?" - 39th time is the charm!).
While some sights/activities/partially-eaten meals were able to be enjoyed, our limited time in Hanoi was an opportunity to begin to soak in the culture by which we would be surrounded over the next 3 weeks. A culture that seems so unique, it will most likely see its own post in the coming weeks. For the time being, however, there is no point in attempting to verbalize the joys Julie experienced on her road to recovery.
Thus, onto the pics: