Natural Drift w/ Tyde

March - April 2024
Exploring Vietnam and India together. Read more
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  • Day 24

    Dear Tyde x

    April 3 in India ⋅ ☁️ 36 °C

    Dearest Tyde.
    Happy first birthday, my darling.
    High Tyde, Low Tyde - I'm always by your side, Tyde. 🌊

    There will never be these moments again - as you grow at a rapid rate and change every day. I am cherishing and celebrating the phases of you that i have got to see flourish throughout your first year. An exponential amount of growth with so many highs and so many lows. Travelling with you has made me see different parts of your character, and this trip has undoubtedly pushed us both past our comfort zones. Your resilience, patience, and open heart have shone so bright in moments of deep uncertainty. It has been challenging yet rewarding beyond measure, watching you interact with the world around you. I have seen you bring joy to the emotionless and genuine smiles to all those who get to connect with you. In hindsight, the year has gone so fast that I am constantly reminded about the fleeting moments we have together especially while you are so small. .

    In a joint celebration, marks one year of motherhood and the realisation that I will never go through the life changing transformation again from maiden to mother. I took a leap of faith in becoming your mother, only for your presence in my life to be the greatest gift of all. 'Know thyself' has taken on such depth as I uncover parts of myself that lay dormant, which, through reflection, could have only been discovered through motherhood. It has been my highest honour, as well as my biggest frustration being of service to something greater than myself. It's not about me anymore. Both, liberating and exhausting.

    I chose the Taj Mahal to represent this 1 year milestone of ours.
    Not that you appreciated the early wake today, come 0800am, but i hope you understand one day the need I had to experience the sunrise here. Just like the late King Shah Jahan, who had the Taj Mahal constructed as a symbol of love for his wife, i thought his delicate efforts would be symbolic of the love I have for you and withstand the tests of time.

    Been a blast Tyde.
    Thanks for having me along for the ride.

    Love you. ❤️
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  • Day 20

    Mama Ganga Aarti

    March 30 in India ⋅ ⛅ 26 °C

    The Ganga Aarti in Rishikesh is a beautiful Hindu and sacred ritual that takes place daily on the banks of the River Ganges. Usually held during sunset, this ceremony is a devotional offering to the river, worshipping it as a divine entity.

    The energy is powerful, and the songs and chants bring one I the present moment.

    The day was strange. I'm just taking our time walking around taking it all in.
    More about Sandra another time, but we are in the rooms next to each other here at Namoh stay. After being on the flight together from Vietnam to India, then bumping into each other here in rishikesh at the same accomodarion, it was an instant connection. Sandra is French but grew up in London. Travelling for 6 months around Asia, she was drawn to coming back to India on her way home.
    We decided spontaneously to go the Ganga Aarti together with bugs. For some strange reason, Bugs afternoon nap went until 5 pm after sleeping 2 hours in the afternoon, which meant I could get away with a 9pm bedtime without mum guilt setting in. Seemed like a chance like no other to go.
    We met Sandra and took to the streets. It was a 40-minute walk to cross the Ganges over to the Parmarth Niketan Ashram on the Triveni Ghat.
    The streets were crowed with people all making their way over to the daily ritual. I sheltered buggy ears from the constant honking going on in amongst all the congestion. The streets were alive. I wouldn't be out and about past dark if it wasn't for Sandra, so I feel grateful at the opportunity to be able to go and experience such a holy ceremony and ritual on the Ganges.

    We first had to make our way over a suspension bridge, which was taking the weight of hundreds of people. Didn't doubt the construction for a second and arrived safely to the other side. We had to wind our way through alleys and markets, swirving around cows and dodging poo. My nostrils were infatuated with the incense burnt in every shop and stall. The street food looked amazing, I ate with my eyes as I won't try it just in case.

    We arrive, the Ghat packed and filled with people. Sandra and I wondered where we could get a view. There was no way to squeeze anywhere, and people had perched themselves in every crook and cranny doing what they could to watch the ritual.
    I looked around, almost desperate to see this, knowing it could be a once in a life time opportunity. I saw a rooftop ledge, over looking the whole ritual. I told Sandra and urged her to hurry up and jump up. She looked around and hesitated. Go go go go, I said. Hurry. She jumped up, and I quickly unstrapped buggy and passed him up to her. Within moments, I chucked my backpack on the roof and proceeded to climb up. She gave me buggy, and I gave him the biggest hug. Sandra and I looked at each other. In disbelief that we had the best seats in the house overlooking the whole ritual.
    Others took our lead, and before long, the roof top became crowded.

    The Maha Aarti started with the chanting of bhajans, beating drums, bells, and diyas offering to the Ganga. It was powerful and alive. The devotion of the people. Lanterns and torches were lit in tribute to the holy mother ganga. The energy unmatched.

    Buggy made friends with everyone around us, and everyone was doing what they could to have an exchange with buggy. Buggy managed on that rooftop for over an hour before he indicated that it was time to leave. Sandra and I were ok with that. I found it beneficial to leave just before the crowds and people were starting to leave anyway.
    We weaved our way back through the alley ways and streets, back over the bridge, only to get to the other side where Sandra, buggy and I took a rickshaw (tuktuk) to where we were going to have dinner.

    Sandra recommended a great place. There are so many options . Sandra and I shared some meals whilst I ordered buggy a Dahl and rice with no spice. He ate it, and I was relieved. First time eating something of substance since his tempteture on the flight over. Relief overcame me.

    Whilst Sandra and I were talking, buggy somehow managed to get a taste of some chilli from our salad dressing. Shesh. My chilli baby screamed the restaurant down in agony over the uncomfortable sensations the chilli provoked.
    15 minutes, then the chilli subsided, and it was time to go. Take away, please, sir.
    We paid, gave thanks, and left.
    We all walked back to our accommodation. It was a great evening, and it was a hoot to enjoy and connect with Sandra. We got on so well, and both leave the same day from here funny enough. We will enjoy more moments with her whilst in rishakesh.

    It was time for a shower and bed.
    What a day. Good night, world.
    Namaste.
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  • Day 18

    Cảm ơn Vietnam, hello New Delhi.

    March 28 in India ⋅ ☁️ 31 °C

    What a whirlwind getting into New Delhi. The flight was easy enough. However, the times and delays made for a big evening and conjusive foundation for bugs becoming so over tired. My poor love. In the hustle of everything, bugs got a fever and became really hot to touch. Burning. On the plane, I had to strip buggs down, so he was just in your nappy.

    I was worried about bugs and felt so upset at the thought of something happening to him. I tried to remain calm and centred to be there for him as much as possible. I look at tyde and he is looking at me for reassurance. I try and cover you so that there is less going on around you, but it makes you even more hot and clamy. The plane is stuffy and hot, and im surprised the aircon wasn't working well. I wasn't the only one who thought so, and a lovely Indian guy offered buggy his electric fan, which we used until it was flat.

    We finally get there and go through the process of customs and arrival. The process at Delhi Airport was rather quick and prompt. It was the bags that took forever.
    We went outside waiting to pick us up with a sign that had our names on it. Thank goodness! It's weird that we found the sign, but the guy wasn't there. I started to get frustrated, I was so conscious of buggs and how tyde was feeling that I just wanted to get us to the hotel so you could shower and cool down.
    The guy eventually shows up and directs us to a taxi service not far from the terminal. Little beaten up hatch back that look like they have seen some harsh delhi roads. We get in, I reasure tyde that everything is OK. I just want to get there.
    The driver is nice enough. Broken English but English non the less. Refreshing after Vietnam, where there is minimal. This guy starts taking us down the wrong streets through back alleyways. I had to ask him what was going on and where he was going! My heart was skipping some beats at this stage. Flashes of the worst case scenario penetrative my mind. I'm trying to stay calm and focused. I pull it up on my maps and say we are going here. He uses my phone to get to the hotel.

    We get there, and I thank him. Only for me to have gotten the name of the hotel wrong! I should have stayed there in hindsight. The guy called the owner of our hotel and he came to get us. The hotel 5 minute walk around the corner which we had to do in the middle of the night. Horrible feeling, and i was scared a little.

    When we arrive, my heart sinks. They were nothing like the photos displayed on the internet. We show up to a beaten run-down building. I tried to remain optimistic, hoping the rooms would be better than the outside and reception, but no. We come into the room, and as we enter a cloud of misquitos, fly in different directions as if woken from a peaceful slumber on the bed. I check that the windows are closed, and the guy shows us a few things and leaves. I lock the door and start analysing the room. I put you down to have a stretch, but you're over it at this point. Don't blame you. it's nearly 1am, and I feel bad and rippled with mum guilt that we are even here.

    My heart breaks as I look around the room. Walls covered in stains, sheets dirty and stained laid with little black hairs. The bathroom is shabby, and the shower that I promised you isn't going to happen as there is no shower, only a bucket and tap. Don't think I would even risk the shower anyway even if there was one, It's got bacteria written all over it. We remain smelly and dirty because I'm not risking that water touching you at all. I'm just conscious of your temperature.

    This fever. I pull out my first aid kit and measure 3mls of paracetamol for you. You take it down in a couple of gulps, and I work on getting you ready for bed. Fresh nappy clothes. We sleep on top of everything so we aren't close to the mattress and on the sheets. I have the fan blowing hard core on us to try and deter any of the mosquitoes from landing on us, and I keep my pants on as a blanket and protection.

    I settle Tyde down. I turn off the lights. It's only for one night. It's only for one night. I keep telling us this. No skimping out in India. At all. But who really knows, i thought i was genuinely booking somewhere good. I can't trust photos anymore. It's so disheartening, and I care so much about it because I want tyde to be safe.

    Tyde slowly fall asleep. It took him a little bit to shake off the edge of not being able to sleep. Every time he tried to sleep on the plane and through customs and in the taxi, were woken up again, and there is nothing worse. He did drift off while I lay awake paranoid with a case of insomnia. Hyper vigilant and alert. Time moves past, I don't know how fast. I was lost in it. Then, all of a sudden, tyde started scretching and crying. As if in sheer pain! I try and console him but he still shreaks and cries. It's about 2am. I pick tyde up, try and give tyde some water which you refuse, try give tyde some boob didn't want that either. I'm becoming fanatic watching you in such pain and discomfort. Then, all of a sudden, you power chuck an incredible amount of vomit everywhere. All over me. All over the bed.
    Stunned at the amount of it, I comfort you looking in disbelief at the weird coloured vomit everywhere. Must have eaten something or caught something that was passing through tyde. Finally he starts to settle, and it was so relieving tyde was starting to feel a bit better after his projectile vomit.

    My darling boy. I've never seen anything like it. Slowly but surely, I re settle tyde back down, cuddling you, and asleep, you fall in my arms.
    Thank goodness that day is over.
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  • Day 18

    Last morning in Vietnam 🇻🇳

    March 28 in Vietnam ⋅ ☁️ 24 °C

    Our last morning in Vietnam 🇻🇳

    Our flight to New Delhi isn't until 4 pm. We organised a late checkout so we could fit in all buggy sleeps and take it easy.

  • Day 17

    Nin Ninh Mountain Wonder

    March 27 in Vietnam ⋅ ☁️ 23 °C

    Nin binh, a mountainous wonderland.

    It's my favourite trip on our travels so far. The company nailed the details, and Chris, our tour guide, ensured our comfort and tour quality.

    It was an early start again, picked up at 630. Was better that way as we dogged peak hour traffic as we had a 2 and a half hour trip ahead of us. One stop on the way for refreshments.

    The first stop was the mountain, where we were only given 1 hour to go to the top and across to the dragon. By the looks of it, that seemed like not much time, so I strapped buggy in good, and we headed for the top with some pace. I left the group behind in this instance as I wanted to make sure we could get to the dragon in time. The tour guise stated that if we had enough time we could head there, so I didn't want to miss out!
    The path was strenuous but was easy enough with a path well built. The path it's self was consisting of 489 stairs that took you up. The satisfaction of reaching the top with my buggy was undeniably a great sense of achievement. We took some moments to absorb the views and ponder the marvel in which the scenery provokes. We couldn't rest too much, though. We were on a quest to reach the dragon. This is where it got tricky.
    There was no path, only rocks and sharp ones at that. Using your shoes to cushion the sharp rocks was the only way to edge yourself around the borders and on the side of the rock faces. We did this slowly. In between people and bolders, holding on to grooves in the rocks, we moved with presence and agility. Using the body in such a mindful way, conscious of my precious cargo.
    We finally make it, gripping the dragons tooth as the only means of support. Some deep breaths were taken in reverance.

    Buggy was getting tired now, and fair enough. My champ had been up since 6am, and it was nearly 10 am. It was good we came early, though. As we were on our way down, bus loads of tourists were on their way up. I was grateful to capture a more relaxed time at viewing at the top.

    It was time for our boat cruise through Trang An Grottos tour. We were loaded in small canoes with an older local man who would be taking us down the Trang an, little did we know he would be paddling the vessel with his feet!! Down, we go. The water and movements sent buggy to sleep straight away. I used this time to absorb the serve beauty around me and take in the formations of these ancient caves as we glided through. Our guy was paddling with speed, over taking other boats that were cruising. What stamina, I thought, realising he would be doing this for the next 2 hours.

    We went through neatly planted rice fields where we saw local people working and the iconic view of mountains, river, rice fields, and the Vietnamese hats poking out from beyond the crops. Bugs woke up on the way back, and I somehow became vigilant of the balance act that was needed to accommodate a moving baby to ensure we didn't have to undertake a man over board procedure. The water in the canal wasn't deep, maybe knee-high, but still wanted to avoid the whole ordeal anyway.

    It was time to stop for lunch. I get nervous at meal times. These tend to be the buggies' challenges for us. A beautiful spread is made up of 70% local food and 30% not. Trying to cater to different people. We tried catfish that was caught locally in the canals in which we had just been cruising. There was sauce and dips that were a local cuisine for 2000 years, and of course, without a fail, there were rice and fresh fruits. Tyde kept trying to climb all over me, and with my best efforts to eat something, I decided to discreetly pull away from lunch so tyde could play on the side.

    Next, it was time for our Jeep tour. We had front seats cruising around. Right up tydes alley, although being at the front, all he wanted to do was shift the gear sticks and pull on the keys in the ignition. I turned him around to the side where the door was, so it was out of sight out of mind, and we could enjoy the wind in our hair and the mountainous views that surround us. We visited temples, and Tyde took pleasure in climbing the various sets of stairs that were there to reach the monuments of worship and pagodas.

    Tyde had the opportunity to sit in the driver's seat for some photos, which he loved playing around, pretending to drive the Jeep Uaz469 from the Soviet Era. I had to pry his fingers from the steering wheel when it was time to go. I'm glad he had fun.

    Was time to make the 2 and a half hour trip back to hanoi. Tyde slept the whole way, exhausted from today's adventure and quick power nap at the beginning. Works well, though.

    Dropped everyone off, saying farewell, and we got back to the hotel. Because of Tydes' late nap, we had a chance to grab some dinner, which was around by the St Joseph's cathedral. Today, i was sick of pho and fried rice, so to be honest. I opted for something plain which Tyde was guaranteed to eat. Spaghetti bol. I was right, though, when we got back, he ate enough for me to feel like he had gotten some substantial calories. Phew.

    Night routine underway.
    Goodnight world. See you tomorrow .
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  • Day 15

    Ha long baby.

    March 25 in Vietnam ⋅ ☁️ 22 °C

    Ride and shine.
    Night on the boat was grand. They mentioned there was going to be karaoke on the top deck until 11pm. Lucky for them, I had to put buggy down, haha, so in turn, lucky us because we didn't hear a thing!

    The day started early. Massive continental breakfast served at 645am! The breakfast was a bit better to manage with buggy. We could pick and choose what we wanted and enjoyed the spread of fruits and eggs. The usual dishes served on the side here in Vietnam, which is pho, fried rice, fried noodles, and stir-fried veges.

    After breakfast, it was hop to it and get ready to go on the bamboo boat through the cave.
    We all jumped on the auxiliary vessels and headed to the port to meet our local guide for the bamboo boat. People also could choose from kayaking. I obviously wasn't going to risk a capsize with buggy when there were heaps of people kayaking in all different directions. Some are very coordinated at all!!

    These guys are very skilled at getting these bamboo boats to even move at all. Buggy and I tried to have a go, but it felt like we had chopsticks for oars and no coordination!

    Was an hour of fun. Then back to the boat. Get room ready and check out. I used the time to quickly out tyde down for a nap on the bed. Plan worked well as he woke up just before they came to see we had checked out! Love it when all goes to plan.

    Another brunch and headed back into the harbour. We waited over an hour for our pick up but settled in for a smooth ride back to old quater in Hanoi.

    Overall I do see the trip as worth it, however maybe slightly over priced. 215usd which was 385nzd. Don't think there will be a next time so I have concluded that for a once off it was OK. At the moment you can't put a price on being able to relax a little whilst buggy freely explores and uses his body.

    Bye bye Ha Long.
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  • Day 14–15

    Bitter Sweet Ha Long

    March 24 ⋅ 🌙 22 °C

    The name of Halong Bay meaning is also linked to a Vietnamese legend, which tells the story of dragons descending from the heavens to help Vietnamese people fight foreign invaders and protect their homeland, translating into the desending dragon.
    One of the natural seven wonders of the world , a minecraft for any well trained skipper and a must-see. Well, at least it was for me.

    The day started early. We had gotten up, packed our bags, and sat down for breakfast. Before we could eat, a man approached us, asking if we were going to Ha Long Bay. I confirmed as I had booked buggy and I on a 2 day 1 night trip. He told me he was here to pick us up, a whole hour and a half before the agreed pick-up time. After showing him the confirmation text and him still insisting it was time to leave, I decided that this was not one of my battles. Packed up the bit of toast I had cooked and saved some sweet potato and corn for Tyde for later. Oh well, Argh.

    We were first on the bus, going round the city for over an hour, picking up the people for the tour. Abouut 845, we were off. Travelling nearly 200km to the east coast of Vietnam , we had quite the trek ahead of us. Tyde crashed for nap around 915 and was woken at 945 with an announcement of a coffee and bathroom stop. **sigh**

    When we were at the stop, I let tyde crawl around to stretch his legs before going back in. I always have sanitation wipes and new clothes tucked away in the bag for these instances. People weren't afraid to comment on my style of mothering, let alone, look me up and down in slight disgust. Of course, I wouldn't let Tyde crawl and roll around in dire places, but I understand his need for movement and exploration and try and meet him somewhere in the middle. I let him stretch and move wherever possible. I never push him and support his own pace, but in regards to these instances, i am eager for him to walk. To them, I kindly responded, "it's like trying to stop a butterfly from flying." You can't unless you clip its wings.

    The terrain started to change, and you could see all the beautiful rocky outcrops and islands as we started to get near. 5 hours on the bus, and buggy was getting restless, which was totally understandable, and I was eager to just get there at this point.

    Upon arrival, we were collected by our tour guide, who was also called Alex. He spoke great English, and it was obvious this wasn't his first rodeo.

    We were ushered on to a small auxiliary vessel and then transported to the main boat. They wanted to do a meet and greet straight away and start serving lunch. I needed to take a few moments to sort baby out wish some fresh clothes and clean nappy, but then we tucked in, and enjoyed a multi course lunch of all sorts of things. Chicken soup, rice, Crumbed fish, beef stroganoff, salad, pork .. i thought i was weird. We were devouring every animal at lunch, but we picked through the options we wanted to eat and claimed we were too full for the rest. Tyde sat in the high chair! Yipeee.

    Did the climb to Sung Sot cave, where we got to marvel and this beautiful 6,000,000 million year old cave, that was discovered by french explorers in 1901 and is known to be the biggest most visited cave in Halong.

    After that, the smaller auxiliary vessels took us all to Tip Top island, where we had the option to climb the mountain for the view or bask in the chaotic, but beautiful ambience the beach had to offer. I opted to stay on the beach. The climb was step, and hand holes are needed at points for the climb. Baby had just fallen asleep. The weather was overcast, grey and heavily obstructed the view. I thought when in Rome, but actually, I was happy to miss out.

    It was packed with people and everywhere you walked was crowed. Tyde must have been tired as he was napping at this point. Much needed i think.

    A bitter sweet experience, gazing upon the incredibly beautiful islands and outcrops but then being surrounded by the chaotic over tourism that dominated the energetic charge of this wonderland. Was hard to really take it all in and appreciate the beauty. Everyone scrambling all around getting photos, the boats lining the island as if the foreshore was a parking lot in a busy place. The auxiliary vessels from all the boats scambling to and from to pick up and drop off their guests, boats vying for any free space to park up. I am one of those tourists, complaining about the over tourism. Ha!

    I had to take a step back and see the small things. The multicultural football game is going on, where the teams were made up of different players from all over the world. I enjoyed listening to the different languages and dialogues that surrounded us as we walked, and I took joy in thinking about all the people that have worked hard to see this place and finally made it here. It was that beautiful. I could understand why it was so crowded, I guess.

    Tydes woken up. We still had 20 minutes on the beach. I let him crawl around and go for it. He couldn't get very far. People from different nationalities swarm in to catch a glimpse of Tyde covered in sand and on lookers peer from higher heights, starring at him paddling in the shallows. It's like he is a celebrity. A few weeks in now, I'm starting to get triggered. Tyde is handling it better than me. He always declines the pick ups but entertains and makes people smile with his cute facials, big smiles, and vocal expressions.

    We all head back the main boat where I take the opportunity to relax and get sorted. Tyde explores our room, whilst I get our things out for the night.

    The boat runs on a tight schedule. What has to happen when coordinating so many people. We went upstairs where tyde let loose exploring the boat and mastering his recent skills of going down the stairs. We were mingling all around the boat until it was time for dinner.

    Dinner was late for us. Started slowly at 7, and the main courses weren't coming out till about 730ish. Big day for Tyde. He was starting to lose it again, and the food for dinner was all this seafood. None of it was suitable for the baby, and quite frankly, it wasn't my thing either. I decided to discretly excuse us and call it before all the food had come out. Time to put Tyde to bed. He's done so well today.
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  • Day 13

    What do they feed their babies?

    March 23 in Vietnam ⋅ 🌙 25 °C

    Like I'm stumped. We were all babies at one point. So why can't I find baby food/snacks in any of the supermarkets or food shops. Even nappies are in their own places.

    I walked 4 kilometres around the city today, on a wild goose chase to find a big supermarket with baby stuff. Finally getting to the super market, they sent me somewhere else, got there, and they sent me somewhere else, until I gave up and walked us back to our hotel to cool down and re evaluate.

    Googling away, I found somewhere!!!! 'Baby mall and care" ahhh. We set out again, this time with no baggage, we were almost flying we felt so light. I stocked up on some baby snacks...780,000 VND later. Heck.

    Getting humbled, no surprises there travelling. Never condemned this kind of food. However, never condoned it. Sticking with Fed is best. Not taking the way we eat for granted when we go back home. That's for sure.

    Such hard work if you don't know where to go.

    Well, mission accomplished. Hope Tyde likes his baby cruskits and tuna rice combos hahaha!
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  • Day 13

    Train street treat.

    March 23 in Vietnam ⋅ ⛅ 29 °C

    Lazy morning this morning, sleeping in till 730!! Got to love dark rooms! We still have a few days when we get back from Ha Long Bay to hit the streets early, like usual, to observe the city before the true hustle and bustle starts!

    Enjoyed breakfast, which was a selection of fruits and veges. toast and usual fried rice, eggs, and noodles. Opted for a simple breakfast, so rice and noodles could be an option for lunch and dinner without feeling asthough we already had it. I slipped some sweet potato and corn away in my pocket for later, so Tyde has a snack of substance....cheeky.

    We hit then got ourselves together and hit the streets. On route to train street where we will grab a coffee and watch the train go past.

    I tried to get a bearing of which way to go, only to get lost in between some little side alleys. This wasn't a bad thing. We got to see a local market and fruit and vege exchange, which you wouldn't see on the main streets. A plethora of beautiful fruit and veges all displayed on the foot path, as well as pork and beef carcuses being butchered on the step not much further away.

    I eventually put my trust back into google Maps to get us on course to train street. Still pushing buggy around in this little trolley, he is having a ball seeing the city from a different perspective. Walking through the market, the woman rushed to hand him fresh fruit and veges and catch a glimpse of this chunky monkey x like usual, tyde entertained them whilst I maintained his personal boundries.

    We finally arrived at Train Street. What a delight and unique experience. It's a train track that runs through housing blocks for about 100 metres. Train runs 5 times a day.
    The hustle is off-putting approaching train street. They hagal and hustle you to get into their cafe. I went to enter through one entrance where they were pushing and pulling us trying to get us into the cafe. I out my foot down and refused to give them my money, which in turn the police officer ushered us out. So I went to the other entrance. Another lady was there touting for customers, which I kindly accepted and took her invitation after she went to great lengths to help me collapse my stroller.

    We had front row seats for the action.

    I ordered my first egg Coffee which is a must try here in Vietnam. At first I was sceptical to the idea as coffee and egg did not go well in my mind. But when in Rome. If you think coffee meringue, it's something that pleasantly surprised me and could potentially be ordered again. Hehe.
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  • Day 12

    Touch down Han òi

    March 22 in Vietnam ⋅ ☁️ 28 °C

    We've just arrived in Hanoi after an easy-going 1 hour flight from Danang. Tyde was getting a bit over tired by the end of it, but held out like a champ until we got into our grab taxi and made way from the airport into Hanoi to tour accommodation. Our ride into the city took nearly an hour, and little man slept most of the way.

    On the way to the airport this morning, I stopped off at our accommodation in Da Nang and picked up a parcel I had ordered with one of the reception staff a few days prior. This travel stroller gadget has changed the trajectory of our travels right now.
    As we put our stuff in our hotel room in Hanoi, we hit the streets to see what our area was about at first glances. I put Tyde in the stroller, and we rocked on x.
    We glided up and down the streets, and this afternoon became the highlight of my trip so far.
    As we moved through the streets, tyde was in a world of his own, connecting with all the people he went past. I've never seen anything like it. He was catching the attention of people cruising past, then smiling like crazy and laughing at them. People were taken back by his cuteness. We had local ladies pass by offering doughnuts, which tyde soon demolised, old grannies coming to wipe thendrobble off his face, we had it all. Whilst observing it all, I deeply felt, in those moments, why i had chosen the name Luca to embody part of his personality. He was quite literally the bringer of light. It was my absolute pleasure watching him interact with the world around him.

    I'm so glad I got that stroller. 🙌

    It was time to get dinner. I didn't feel like pho again, my gosh. But looking around, all there was mm, was damn Pho!! I resorted to ordering grab, where within 20 minutes we had roast chicken delivered to the door. The rice and chicken was a hit with Tyde and I liked the 5 spice marinade. We are happy.

    Good night world.
    See you tomorrow.
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