"Oh yeah sure you just stay on this road here, go straight through the roundabout, keep the river on your right. Eventually you'll see a super tall pagoda off to your left, that's where you hit the 1A. Go the wrong way up the exit ramp, I'm sure I don't have to tell you that's a perfectly acceptable thing to do here, take a right and stay on that road all the way to Hanoi. Can't miss it."
"That's enough." I said. He seemed to accept this. And we got back on our way. We rode for another 15 minutes until we got to a road with a ton of scooters on it. He waved us on and left. Nice guy, really. He shook us down for about 15 bucks but I gladly would have paid twice that for good directions and to not be killed.
it started pouring rain. Hard rain. Heavy rain. The lady offered to lend us one poncho. I'm not sure but I think she was suggesting that we sit on each other's shoulders and wear the long poncho like two kids trying to pass themselves off as an adult.
Where Did Joe and Devo Go? 