It is finally time to leave Hanoi, the city, for a gambit in the countryside. But it takes time, as the metropolis is far-flung, hanging on like a biting gnat, dousing the air with vague pollutants, funneling vehicles through multiplying passageways and asphalt lures. “Development” is everywhere, much more so than I remember 10 years ago during my first visit to Vietnam.
Where there was a rice field years ago, today there are apartments and western-style manufacturing facilities for automobiles (mostly European and Asian brands) and pottery, clothing and technology and you name it.
[Note: This blog has been silent for several weeks because my dear mother passed away and my attention and concern has been fully occupied with family] .