Squatty crawl

The sidewalks of Hanoi are speckled with miniature plastic furniture serving as seating for eateries and pubs. These places are packed with locals who come to make fun of tourists while drinking home-brewed "bia," a low alcohol, quickly fermented beer. Looking past questionable hygiene practices, we squatted with a few surly Vietnamese men at our first Bia Hoi and gulped the light brew. With an afternoon to kill and no other sightseeing planned for the day, an idea was hatched. We'd tackle the streets of the Old Quarter on a self tour of sorts, a "squatty crawl."

Perching on a squatty stool takes a certain gymnastic ability, not to mention a very small ass. We need to work on both of those.

 

After hours of squatty crawling, our knees were crying for a more obtuse angle scenario, so we hit up a fancy traditional Vietnamese restaurant for a multi course splurge before spending the night in a sleeper car en route to Sapa.

(One must always sanitize one's feet for the sake of other passengers on an overnight train.)