So its sunny back in England, is it? An early spring showing signs of breaking through the clouds? The winter gloom clearing, the skys turning blue, the March air thinning to a soft, warm hue? (Unintentionally poetic…)
Well bloody good for you! Hanoi is still cloaked in a dense mist, and whilst the weather has turned warmer for the last week, losing the little snap of cold that made January’s motorbiking a trifle unpleasant, the sun remains stubbornly absent from the Vietnamese skies.
Its hard to tell if the lack of sun owes itself to the late winter season, or to the smog that hangs over the city on all but the rarest of days. Smog in Hanoi is a bit of a thing. I’ve got myself a pretty scary looking ninja mask to wear while I’m on my motorbike, to save me sucking in fumes from bikes and busses. I’m not sure how much good wearing said mask actually does, but it can’t be bad for you, right?
I digress. The weather remains warmer than cold but cooler than hot, and definitely permanently overcast. We had some light rain last week, a strange misty, half arsed sort of rain that made everything perpetually damp. The rainy season is on the way, apparently, and mixed with the humidity it’ll make walking around here like being in a perpetual sauna.
Maybe I should count my blessings. Soon it’ll be hot. Really hot. Every day hot, and I’ll spend my weekends sweating it out in tiny classrooms bearing defective air conditioning surrounded by 20 sweaty kids going bonkers for hours on end. Maybe then I’ll hanker for these cooler days, when a hoodie was needed to keep the cold from my skin and coffee wasn’t served with ice.
But right now, all I want is a bit of bloody sun. You lucky English bastards!