Late night noodles

In a blood-flavoured soup.

In Hanoi for work again.

Staying in a room that smells of dog biscuits.

The most atrocious baby cries were next to me on the plane. I had to turn my phone on during take off and listen to 80s rock music to drown it out. Even the mother had her head down and fingers in ears. It was worth the risk of interfering with plane technology to be free of the noise.