Cranium Dancing

I woke up on my first night in Hanoi standing upright, dressed in my underpants and not anywhere near a bed.

I did not know where I was. I stood on some stairs looking down and feeling utterly confused for about three or four minutes before I realised that I was surrounded by doors with room numbers. I then realised that I must have been sleepwalking.

I turned around and found our room and walked back in, except it was not our room, it belonged to someone else. The door opened fine but the layout of the room was wrong and there were two people in a double bed. I don't think I woke them up but I felt like telling them the next day to make sure they lock their doors to prevent further western men sleepwalking into their bedroom wearing underpants.

After thirty seconds I realised that I had somehow walked three floors down and eventually managed to get back to our room. I found Jen asleep with her head totally wrapped in a bright coloured scarf so I could not see her face. This was slightly surreal and I thought I might still be dreaming till I remembered that we had heard from a girl staying a floor below us that she woke up the night before we arrived with a rat standing on her face. Jen was protecting herself from cranium tap dancing rats by offering them a multi coloured disco flooring.

We stay in the nicest places.

bx