Vietnam was the last country on this trip, which started in Singapore, then up through Malaysia, Thailand and Laos. After the drama I had in Laos getting the visa for Vietnam (just in time before Tet), I found out that there were no buses going into Vietnam for at least 10 days. The only option I had was to fly, though luckily I had enough in the budget to do so.
I flew into Hanoi, expecting a terrible immigration procedure, but it was actually one of the easiest I’d ever encountered. Much easier than Laos, Thailand or Indonesia. I was whisked through, then was picked up by a car I’d arranged earlier. Because of the earlier dramas in Laos, I wasn’t about to risk being stranded at the airport in Hanoi. I needn’t have worried though. Hanoi was a very modern airport, incredibly clean and they had plenty of taxi options.
Along the way from the airport to the hostel, we drove along this imposing bridge, which looked very communist/futuristic! I was immediately transported to 1984.