As you have guessed, we are in Vietnam, and foremost, I would like to tell you a detail that we are going crazy in this country, its unique use of English. Just as in other countries people are short on words when he speaks the language of Shakespeare, in Vietnam is quite the opposite, marked aupa a tirade in which office you are lucky and able to understand two words out of five. This, coupled with his inability to say no, almost impossible to understand clearly the object of any conversation.
One example is the welcome message on the covers of the beds in our hotel in Hanoi, to keep them, you zoom, the text reads: "Love you. I wish for my friends happy today and today" , which has become our "cunha" particularly when we engaged in a conversation of bream, totally unproductive, with some local. Upon landing in Hanoi, the first thing that attracts attention is the incredible number of bikes that pass through the city and the total disrespect of traffic regulations. Crossing the street becomes an exercise in restraint and self control. At first we worked so hard to understand the method, but seeing the locals we found the key. Consists forget your sense of survival and ignoring the number of bikes that come over you, jump into the street and walk slowly but steadily so that they will shirk. Work.
also enjoy the traditional taste of the old town, walking through its streets between sellers that seem taken from a movie (and tourists making the ridiculous costume), visit the institute and a bit gloomy mausoleum of Ho Chi Minh, where, despite his will, kept the embalmed body of national hero.
The visit takes place at almost martial, marking by dozens of soldiers guarding the body, of course there is no graphic documentation inside the mausoleum. The most inhuman is that for three months anho moved to Ho Chi Minh to Russia for maintenance. Why is it that almost all embalmed communist leaders? also visited the Temple of Literature, which was beyond the eleventh century the first university in Vietnam and is now a pleasant place to spend a few hours away from heavy city traffic. Finally, we attended a show of "Water puppets", a tradition with 8 centuries of history that holds a very special aesthetic. The truth is that we liked a lot.
traveled from Hanoi to Ha Long Bay. There we spent a couple of days sailing through its disappointingly murky waters, and watching the rocks of the 2000 islands that emerge from the water like ducks in the custard. We were a bit unlucky with the weather persisted throughout our stay a dense fog while giving a very mysterious air to the environment, will take away some of grandeur to the landscape. 
In one of the islands we visited the cave aptly named "Amazing Cave" because of its impressive dimensions. Is full of stalactites and stalagmites of strange shapes reminiscent, with some imagination, from pot-bellied Buddhas to spiderman mask, the image below speaks for itself.
We spent a couple of hours doing kayaking in the area. The kayaks were no last-model but rather the contrary, this combined with the disgust that gave Martha the dirty water did not plan anything that seemed ideal on paper. Even so, the views of a lagoon accessible only through an opening in the rock Pequenho did tip the balance toward the positive side.
We returned to Hanoi to catch a train that day led us to Lao Cai, just three kilometers from the border with China. From there we went to Sapa, a place famous for its trekking, where you visit the different villages inhabited by local tribes.
For three days we walk in the Mountains Mee accompaniment, our guide, which belongs to the tribe of the Black Hmong. " When we had stayed the stone as it seemed not to be over 12 anhos (is 17 in reality). It was lovely, and a fantastic guide, thanks to her as dwarfs enjoy this experience. Besides redo some exercise, which we wanted, walking passed by Mountains and valleys of a bright green, full of rice terraces, a real enjoyment for the eyes ... if the fog permits.
time not accompany us this time, we are very foggy and it rained from time to time, which turned the dirt roads in authentic mud slides ... just to ears. The good thing is you have lots of help from local women you all the way accompaniment, and difficult stretches grab you so you do not slip. The downside is that eventually those same hands to harass you buy them something. 
spent a night in one of the people of the Mountains, it's funny but in almost all people live several tribes intermingled. Each tribe has its particular language and their own clothes to help differentiate them. In the village of Ta Van spent the night at the home of a family of the tribe "Dzay."
The house was quite large, the most curious was the kitchen with a fire from Lenh, a tap to wash and very little else. They sit on a stool or squatting Pequenho (in the peculiar position asiatica). A little help in the preparation of dinner rolls are Vietnamese gave us bad.
turned out that the house next door had a funeral. Our house was used by all the people as a resting place between prayers. As is tradition to ensure the dead throughout night, do not sleep much. But then we had the opportunity to observe the world without anyone paying much attention and it is well worth a few hours suenho. In terms
culinary highlight in Vietnam and Thailand, people spend the day eating noodles at street stalls (here I am trying a bowl of "Pho Gha" chicken noodle soup). But the most curious thing is that here in any corner mounted portable terrace with tables and unmistakable plastic mini-stools. Following the same concept, but in this case beer, are the "Bia Hoi" which are small pieces that serve a cold beer for 10 euro cents ... let it out of there on all fours.
After that we left northern Vietnam in search of its oldest cities, but that is another story.
A kiss for everyone.
Marta and Juan
PS: As a curious comment that our blog (and all other blogger) is banned in Vietnam, so we really can not see it (although there are ways ...), we are outraged, and a little saddened by the Vietnamese lost our peazo blog:)
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