The red flag flapping in the wind outside the Ho Chi Minh Mausoleum
The never-ending queue of visitors waiting to enter the Ho Chi Minh Mausoleum
We left Ho Chi Minh and flew to Hanoi with a totally different goal in mind. While Ho Chi Minh taught us about life in a whirlwind, Hanoi unveiled to us her cultural grace and tightly-knitted bond with nature. Weather-wise, it was as if we had stepped out of a sauna bath into a cool and cloudy paradise up in the north. Although it drizzled for a couple of days, on most other days the clouds remained non-threatening and the weather was chill.


The Ho Chi Minh Youth Union in the city center




