2012 Nov | Without an H

Over and under the bridge

On Long Bien bridge, you see urban Vietnam: motorbikes, tired colonial architecture, views of narrow houses and tower blocks fading into the smog. Under the bridge, the island, where you find a slither of rural Vietnam: fishing villages, farmland, brave Red River swimmers.

When I lived in Hanoi, it was one of my favourite areas to go and take photographs in. These pictures are from a brief visit in October, when I stopped over in Hanoi for a few days on my way further north.

Travels with my sister

It’s easy to become jaded and cynical about a place after you’ve lived there for a while. One of the great things about visits from friends and family is that you get to look at familiar sights with some fresh perspective. Things that you might have started to take for granted become interesting again. So nine days in Vietnam with my sister, as well as being an opportunity to spend some time with one of my favourite people, was a chance to remind myself about what drew me to Vietnam in the first place.

These pictures are from the few days that Kate and I spent in Dalat and Hanoi.

Green (potw #41)

I’ve spent the last week and a bit on holiday with my sister, Kate, who came over from the UK to visit her little brother. We had a great time in Saigon, Dalat and Hanoi before Kate had to head home last night. I have a few pictures to add, but I thought I’d start with Mr Green here, seen this morning in Hanoi.

Colours and details

Every now and then, I like to publish a post without any people pictures. Like comedians sometimes make films without any jokes in. This is one of those. These pictures are all about the colours, patterns, textures and details that I saw in northern Vietnam last month.

My last post was featured on Freshly Pressed last week, so this site has gained quite a few new readers – hello. And to all those who have been following, commenting on and liking my posts over the last year – thank you. Here are some more pictures.