At this hotel breakfast runs until 1000 and we are usually the last ones down. We had gone to sleep pretty late last night and we were tired still. After breakfast we went to put some laundry to wash (the main reason we stayed longer in Hanoi) and Leia went to the spa due to being distressed. She was there for a couple of hours, getting even more beautiful. I went back to the room to rest there rather than spend the money on a massage. She came back with a couple of cool silk scarves, but no nice silk tie for me. She said I didn't need one because I bought a cheap one the night before (for 7 shekels) and will never wear them anyway.
We went on a quest to find Pho for lunch, that may be Vietnam's national dish. It's just noodle soup with beef or chicken, so we're not sure what the big deal is. The place we found serves it with beef (at the doneness you ask for.) It's still tasty like everything here.
By the time we walked back we were hungry again so we had Bun Cha (a soup with pork, herbs, and rice noodles that you assemble in part yourself) at a place we ate at before. We sat next to a Vietnamese American who was photographing his food. Turns out he is a designer with a food Instagram named KK, and he recommended some other street food to us.
In the evening we went across the street during a lull in the rain to a lounge bar called the Green Mango. We listened to authentic Vietnamese music by Zehava Ben and Idan Reichel. I ordered some Laphroaig whisky and got something that was mostly water. Pretty cheeky to try to pass off water as one of the strongest tasting and smelling Islay whiskies! They replaced it when I called them on it. We're convinced the owner is Israeli though the staff denied it when asked.
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