The old Buddha is showing his age – we have arrived in Hanoi and headed out to dinner via a quick check into the hotel. The young ones scoffed their way through dinner devouring all sorts of exotic Vietnamese food. Things like pizza, pasta and roast chicken, all very strange. Anyway it was late – nearly 9 o’clock. I was reliably informed that things were shutting up and that old Buddha should head home.
Being old I wandered off in the wrong direction till I found a place to just sit and rest my old bones. A place that Leonard Cohen would describe as being quieter than heaven on the Saturday night – a place called beer corner.