Hanoi - September 1998 (continued)

	There still aren't many cars in Hanoi, but motorbikes seem to outnumber bicycles by a hefty margin. All day and well into the night the noise of their engines and horns is deafening. Crossing the street is a kind of zen experience: you step out into the traffic and walk - don't run - and have faith that they won't run you over. And I'm here to tell the tale.
		East meets west? I suppose that even if you're stuck riding a plain old bicycle, you may as well have it appropriately adorned.
	Another typical street scene. One of the things they were selling was a large purple cactus-like fruit called a dragon fruit. I ate one and lived to tell about it.
		There's a lake near my hotel that has an island in it with a traditional temple. This is the bridge out to the island.
	Here's a view of the city from the island in the lake.

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