Hanoi is a city where stately French colonial buildings overlook a beehive of street vendors and tourists fighting for precious sidewalk space.
Motorbikes are everywhere. They're parked in intersections and come raging down the narrow streets like a new flash flood with every green light. Sidewalks are the only place where pedestrians have a few precious inches between themselves and near-certain calamity.
The sites in Hanoi are among the best in Vietnam. The Temple of Literature was Vietnam's first university, and is now a sprawling oasis of classical architecture and calm. Hoan Kiem Lake, the scenic centerpiece of Old Hanoi, is where Vietnamese legends are born.
Despite the beauty of the place, the sheer crush of people and constant battle to avoid hassles by the city's infamous motorbike taxi drivers had me down. I was sick and tired.
I thought of going to the hospital, but a pharmacist -- a traveler's best friend in Vietnam -- had already put me on a regimen of antibiotics and aspirins. After a few days, though, I was only getting worse. To get my mojo flowing again, I followed a small beacon of hope: the National Institute of Acupuncture.
I'd never had acupuncture before, but figured that was all the more reason to give it a stab at last.
It took a bit of trying to find the place -- it was a cold and rainy day, and I slogged around a residential neighborhood for an hour or so to no avail.
The few locals I stopped on the street didn't understand
more info->ContraCostaTimes.com - Acupuncture tops aspirin in Vietnam
Motorbikes are everywhere. They're parked in intersections and come raging down the narrow streets like a new flash flood with every green light. Sidewalks are the only place where pedestrians have a few precious inches between themselves and near-certain calamity.
The sites in Hanoi are among the best in Vietnam. The Temple of Literature was Vietnam's first university, and is now a sprawling oasis of classical architecture and calm. Hoan Kiem Lake, the scenic centerpiece of Old Hanoi, is where Vietnamese legends are born.
Despite the beauty of the place, the sheer crush of people and constant battle to avoid hassles by the city's infamous motorbike taxi drivers had me down. I was sick and tired.
I thought of going to the hospital, but a pharmacist -- a traveler's best friend in Vietnam -- had already put me on a regimen of antibiotics and aspirins. After a few days, though, I was only getting worse. To get my mojo flowing again, I followed a small beacon of hope: the National Institute of Acupuncture.
I'd never had acupuncture before, but figured that was all the more reason to give it a stab at last.
It took a bit of trying to find the place -- it was a cold and rainy day, and I slogged around a residential neighborhood for an hour or so to no avail.
The few locals I stopped on the street didn't understand
more info->ContraCostaTimes.com - Acupuncture tops aspirin in Vietnam
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