Hanoi The Anthill

Here is "special", indescribable, indescribable, surreal! Besides, I've decided to join the writing to speech: the description will be like the city. It is "surreal." Hold on, we are in Hanoi-the-nest!

Horn, motorcycles, cars. We're off to meet friends of Elodie who hold a travel one kilometer from the "Violet".

Horn, motorcycles, cars! Fish, shellfish and crustaceans winkles. No sidewalks, more sidewalks. Horn, motorcycles, cars. Rickshaw, dirty, noise, noise noise. Dust, smoke, urine. We work on the floor. We repair the bike, truck, bed, wooden frame, refrigerator, sewing machine, the neon sign. Horn, motorcycles, cars. The worst thing is to get through. No kidding, it's easier to cross the Place de l'Etoile to the blind at 6:00 that evening to do what we did. Going through a drive full of motorcycles, carts, bicycles, stuff that roll in every direction! On the right, left, behind, in front ... Horn, motorcycles, cars.Martine clings to my arm. Rock and Roll! Careful, we will attempt a crossing ...

Technique: to face the danger honking and rolling, but crab. Show that we will miss this bus and taxi but that will pass before the two hundred bikes and we'll go behind the seventy-fifth bike. Horn, motorcycles, cars! All wear a helmet-cap. That phone while driving, it smokes while driving, they eat while driving, drinking while driving it, discusses it in stock, it honks while driving course. The rules of the road? What code? No need to code! The code here is the horn! If you're not in, you roll it.

The most incredible: no fall, no slides, no faces.

Here, you learn to ride a bike before market! Horn, motorcycles, cars.

Chow, chow, chow and rebouffe. Pineapples, bananas, peanuts, popcorn, pitaches, soups, rice, eggs, dried fish, fish eggs, fruits of all kinds, cakes, tea, coffee. Warning danger: cars here, bikes there, huge hole in the sidewalk. No sidewalk, pavement = parking motorcycles. Caution! Horn, motorcycles, cars. Danger: plumber's torch, turn bore the locksmith, miniforge repairer's exhaust pipe, fuel bottles, puddles of urine, dirty, dirty, dirty. Oh! A smile! Under the Chinese hat. On the shoulder, arm with two huge baskets filled with food, or hammers, or flowers, or toys, or greasy paper, or empty bottles, cans or perfume, or water pumps or of live ducks. Horn, motorcycles, cars.

We arrive in the street clothes. Here every street is a bazaar. The street clothes, street paint pots, street painters, street frames paintings, street grilled fish, Street hammers and tools, street offerings, street motorcycle tires, Street headstones. Ah! The flower street! Street boots, street sneakers, sandals on the street, the street of stilettos. A = a street section. Street necklaces, rings the street, the street vendors phone (it, y 'everywhere, almost as much as the bikes).

You walk on the road, the sidewalks are impassable. Look ahead, look back, take the photo ...

"It's that thing that cooks? And him! What does it eat? Did you see the soup of that one, it moves ... And it's with Singer in the middle of the sidewalk! And the other with thousands of balloons of all colors: it will fly! And the blind man who crosses! Miracle! He is still alive!

Horn, motorcycles, cars. Horn, motorcycles, cars.

A child born does not say, "Areu! Areu! ". No! He said: "Tut! Tut! "Or Pouët! Pouët! "A matter of life or death ... The rattle is replaced here by a horn!

To sum up: Vietnamese baby learns to say "Tut! Tut! "On a motorcycle that serves pram ...

You enter into a covered market. Here is the kingdom of wholesalers. We walk on mountains of clothes, lots of phones, watches, millions of jeans. What dress humanity for eternity. The transactions are on mountain tops ... jeans. There are counting again and bundles of notes, phone glued to his ear. And noise, and hustle! And grannies who transbahutent you on the back a wardrobe, a fridge, three hundred thousand straw hats, bags, bags, piles of bags full of goods. And that mouth, and it wobbles and it staggers, and it plays elbows. Phew! It appears the market!

Horn, motorcycles, cars. The bullfight resumed! Never lose the code! Avoid! Always avoid! Spend his life to avoid ... to go where they should go. Where the nest needs you.

Hanoi? That is: Horn, motorcycles, cars! Olé! Horn, motorcycles, cars! Olé!

(I told you that I will do in surrealism! Go! I will take a small aspro, René Aubry's put me in the ears and looking at the white wall of the room, intently for an hour ... I feel it will relax me!)