Our hotel in Hanoi provided breakfast, but they only provided it until 9am, in the 10th floor restaurant.
A challenge, I know, but we did manage to make it upstairs in time. Literally upstairs, as the hotel has 10 floors and the lift goes up to floor 9. Then you get out and walk the last lot.
At 8.30am there were two people at breakfast. We could pick wherever we wanted to sit, so we took a little corner table looking over the vast West lake. Alice still wasn’t feeling well and just had rice and greens. I had all kinds of tasty stuff, too many to remember. Except for the little cheesy-bread puffs which came with mayonnaise… I remember those.
Then we retired to the couch. Our next excursion was out to get some water, toothpaste, put clothes in to wash, and to get morning tea. I forgot to take the toothpaste out of my carry-on at Hong Kong airport and consequently watched while it was tossed in the bin by security. We managed to acquire all of those things, as well as a proper filter coffee.
Lunchtime came around and we spoiled ourselves by getting chips sent down from the restaurant, at a grand total of $1.15 per plate.
And there’s not much else to report; we just kicked around the hotel room, wrote emails to people, looked up old sports scores and news that we had missed, and that was about the lot.
Greg
