My first trip to Vietnam ended up being a ridiculously short one. After a direct flight from Paris to Hanoi (thank god), I passed through customs around 6am and headed straight to a team breakfast in the old quarter of the city, then to a conference to give a presentation, and onto meetings all afternoon. In theory, it was a great plan, but in practice I didn't sleep at all on the airplane going over so I was absolutely, painfully, exhausted by the end of the day. But the best part of the trip was getting to catch up with my friend Christine for dinner, who lives in DC but just so happened to be in Hanoi for a few days on vacation! After an awesome meal at the Green Tangerine, I took a cab back to the airport, back through customs at 10pm, showered in the lounge (also thank god), and slept like the dead for almost ten hours straight on the plane.
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