We traveled from Ha Long Bay back to Hanoi the following morning. We are almost done visiting the north, but our flight to Hue would not be for many hours. So, we had time to play tourist and foodie again in Hanoi.
We first went for an early lunch, and the food of choice (of course) was pho. There are three distinct regions food-wise in Vietnam. Different spice palate. Different rice and noodles. The north has the least creative of the three regions. So, while it is not as good as the South (which I had earlier on the trip and is the style of Lan's cooking I get at home) or the Central (which I will soon try and by reputation is the best in the country), it is more than tasty for me. Pho is one of my favorite foods.
We then walked around looking for souvenirs. Found a propaganda poster shop and picked up a few for various friends. My libertarian and conservative friends found the posters to be stupid-funny. It's communist propaganda, after all. My leftist friends found these Cold War era posters to be accurate grievances of life today in America and the world. Bless their hearts. LOL!
More snack opportunism:
Lan got the heads up on a family pottery shop. It is not in walking distance, so we take a taxi. I'm in the passenger seat; Lan and Lily are in the back. I'm concentrating on the neighborhoods we are driving through. But, after about 20 minutes of lefts and rights, I'm starting to wonder what is going on. Now, taxi drivers can be sketchy when tourists are their customers. No surprise. What should have been a 100,000 VND drive was now 200,000 VND (less than $8). Eh, so what on overcharging $4. Except that Lan was questioning taxi driver's ethics, and he responded to her in a way he shouldn't have. My Vietnamese skills are very modest, but I picked up on enough to know he was cussing out my wife. And I'm sitting in the passenger seat two feet away from this fool.
Everything happened fast. We are approaching the pottery shop, and the taxi is starting to pull over. I turned and asked Lan if he said the things to her that I thought he said. Lan stayed silent, which is a confirmation. I put my glasses in their case, and I put the case in my backpack at my feet. The car stops, I open the door and half-way get out of the car. The backpack is now outside, so as not to be in the way. My right foot is braced against the ground. BLUF, I'm at least eight inches taller and maybe 100 pounds heavier than this guy who has insulted my wife while trying to steal from us. And he's encumbered by his seatbelt. I'm not and have all the arm reach and leverage. Lan and Lily are now out of the car and standing on the sidewalk. I request Lan translate, so there is no miscommunication. I tell the driver, who is yelling that he wants his inflated fee, to shut up and that he has one opportunity to apologize. He chose poorly. So, in sum, he began by freaking around; he finished by finding out.
After the taxi driver tore down the street a lot worse for wear, Lan admonished me. "Sorry, babe. It's just the way I am."
We went into the pottery shop and had a wonderful conversation with the young lady who runs the place. Her grandfather started the business, and her father and uncles have kept the tradition alive. We spent over an hour there, and Lan bought eight vases. Impressively talented family.
We then take a taxi (this time with a non-idiot driver) to the airport for the flight to Hue.