We were up at five thirty, as we had a car booked to take us to the airport at seven thirty. By seven fifteen we had showered, breakfasted and cleared our room and we sat like two lost individuals in reception waiting for our car.
The car was pretty much on time and just before we left the receptionist gave us a gift of some Vietnamese coffee, which was a huge suprise. The drive to the airport was again like something out of Fast and Furious, our driver had no English but he had a sense that his car ruled the road and all others should not get in his way. Waiting to turn left at some lights, he saw the lights change and immediately pulled out to the right overtaking the four cars in front and then turned left overtaking another car on the corner. It took as over an hour to get from the airport to Hanoi, it took forty five minutes to get us back to the airport from the hotel.
The flight was eventless and we arrived in Singapore pretty much on time, catching a taxi back to David's and then unpacking and washing our laundry. All those tasks which are full of drudgery when you are travelling.
In the evening we went across the road to a restaurant for a meal and then retired early to bed. There is a sense of calm when you return from travelling to somewhere you know, which is hard to explain, Sngapore is not home but it is somewhere we are now familiar with and therefore you can relax a little because overall it feels safer.