Let’s face it, Hanoi isn’t a city where you are going to find yourself short of things to do. There’s spectacular temples and churches, water puppet shows, prison tours, Ho Chi Minh’s mausoleum, a plethora of coffee shops where you can just sit and watch the world go by (and there is plenty happening on the streets of Hanoi to keep you entertained) and, a wide range of museums covering everything from fine arts to ethnology.
But on this trip we fancied doing something different. We wanted to experience the Hanoi of old. The Hanoi that was hinted at in the broad tree lined streets, elegant colonial architecture and in the crepes and delicious pastries served in many cafes.
Enter the Hanoi Zoological Museum.
Eggs and Vincent don’t go together. Anyone who knows him will know that he ‘isn’t a fan’ of the humble egg. In cakes, it’s fine. He can just about tolerate it in a fried rice or a Pad Thai, but he would prefer that it wasn’t in there in the first place. But an egg on its own? An omelette? Fried egg? Poached eggs? Egg and toast soldiers? No sereee, he would rather just pass, thank you very much. You can keep what came out of a chicken’s bum. He will just have something else.