Found myself (and a handful of friends) strolling the streets of Hanoi a couple of weeks ago. I expected the usual from this trip- cheap hostels, good food, and cute backpackers. What I didn’t expect was to be enchanted by the Vietnamese capital.
I was mesmerized by Hanoi’s hold on its past while it fearlessly forges towards its future. Unlike Manila that was leveled to the ground during WWII or other Asian cities that unmercifully annihilates any sign of its past, Hanoi is a live show of its architectural history. Wide tree-lined boulevards and French colonial buildings still stand (and are being restored) in the French Quarter. A stark contrast to the tall, slim vernacular ‘tube houses” within the web of alleyways in the Old Quarter.
But don’t get the impression that Hanoi is a quiet town. Quite the opposite really – with motorbikes whizzing past, sidewalk and fine restaurants filled with chopstick-armed diners, and people displaying their wares in shops that open to the street. And since the six neighborhoods of Hanoi are within walking distance of each other, the whole city seems to be in perpetual motion.
Best still is the unmistakable pride that Hanoians seem to have for their City. It was in the way that they enjoyed it – playing games at the park on a lazy Sunday afternoon or gazing at the charming lights from a lakeside park bench at night. And a bit dusty Hanoi might have been, but it was relatively litter-free.
In hindsight, I believe my longing for Hanoi stemmed from the hope that Manila could’ve been Hanoi. Our Spanish and American colonial buildings should be peacefully standing next to our local architecture. Even our beautiful structures built in the 50s, 60s, 70s should be respected. Our Manila should be standing proudly as its self, instead of incessantly trying to be American.
Manila would always be my beloved home.
But as any Real Living reader would know, any home can still be improved.

Hanoi Opera House




“tube houses” along Ma May in the old quarter

a cyclo


Ho Chi Minh Mausoleum in the Ba Dinh district

a statue of Lenin

Roundabout at the end of Hang Dao and Tien Hoang in the old quarter

one of the Vietnamese posters around the city