I never got sick of Hanoi, there was always something to look at.
It served as our base for the first portion of our trip and I was always mesmerised by the city itself and the constant stream of motorbikes, sights, sounds, food, smells, color - you never knew where to look. We spent a lot of early mornings just walking around the city, getting blisters, drinking coffee, crouching down on plastic stools and drinking too much cheap beer. We toured the museums, witnessed tai chi and the mararena being done at dawn around the lake, splashed out in style in the French Quarter and truth be told, toured the shit out of Hanoi. I loved it.