So the Frenchie, because he is good like that, took me to the Sofitel Hanoi and I pretended for an entire weekend that I wasn't a poor slob and actually had the manners, upbringing and bank account to rightfully be there. (I have two out of three of those things, of course: I am a lady, after all).
Turns out that when you go to a Sofitel, the airport pick up looks a little bit like this:
And also includes a free mini bar. Wow.
The most incredible part of the weekend was on the way home when our flight was prevented from landing because of an enormous thunderstorm over Saigon. We had to fly around and around a set of clouds for a good long time, and I'll admit, the turbulence when we had to fly through the clouds was pretty scary. We tried to land twice, and had to abort. The motion of the plane when this happens is more than slightly life affirming: down, down, down, down and then the pilot thinks, 'No!' and suddenly UPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP! And UPPPPPPPPPP a bit more and then turbulence and then throooooooough the clouds and then this for a bit longer:
Pretty beautiful. Have some more:
Is that the Frenchie's leg behind the macaroons??? If I don't see a proper photo of him soon I will believe that he does not exist and is merely a figment of your overactive imagination.
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That turtle is well creepy, no?
ReplyDeleteI SECOND LIBBY'S COMMENT. PICTURES OF FRENCHIE OR THE PEOPLE SHALL REVOLT.
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