When we jetted out of the UK in November we were dreaming of a year without winter. Such thoughts were brought to an abrupt halt as we arrived in ‘sunny’ Rio to 2 days of solid rain, but after that the sun came out and we have enjoyed the last four months of our trip almost entirely without the presence of precipitation. Even when we have had the odd shower in a few places, it has been of the tropical variety in hot climates that help to clear some of the humidity.
All good things, as they say, come to an end and as we travelled north on the night train the sound of rain could be heard against the windows. We awoke on the approach into Hanoi, skies grey and laden with rain, and out of the train window we see that shorts and sandals had been replaced with shoes, jeans and umbrellas. Stepping off the train we also discovered that the rain had brought its long time meteorological friend with it. The cold.
For a short period of time it is nice to feel the need to have a hot drink in a cafe, not need to cover yourself in suncream and insect repellent, and get a sense of weather similar to home. Walking round the city, avoiding puddles, and seeing the lights slowly illuminate the night sky through the drizzle you get a slight sense that Ridley Scott’s Bladerunner could have been in part inspired by Hanoi in the rain.