Since arriving in Hanoi I have spent a lot of time walking. Sure, there are lots of other ways to get around, but where possible (in the heat and depending on distance) I like to walk, because then I get to see and hear and experience so much more. But walking around a busy bustling city is not always easy. Many streets have no footpaths and, when they do, often the footpaths are used for anything but walking. So often the walking has to be on the road, which can be perilous. But hey, I like an adventure!
Here is a glimpse at some of the things happening on Hanoi’s footpaths:
And, of course, my thoughts on all these sights spurned a poem so that I had to hurry home from one of my walks to draft a poem about Hanoian footpaths.
Footpaths are for
cars and motorbikes
and more motorbikes
and even more motorbikes;
spread out on cloths on the ground
or piled high on stalls;
(Poem copyright Sally Murphy, 2018)
In spite of the cluttered paths, I’m certainly clocking up some steps on my step counter. In fact, I’m off now for another walk! But later I’ll be stepping out around the blogosphere reading the other Poetry Friday posts. You too can see this week’s roundup at The Poem Farm.
PS. This post, and my visit to Hanoi, are made possible by the amazing Asialink Arts Program, and with the funding support of the the Western Australian Government through the Department of Local Government, Sport and Cultural Industries.