Long flight, first night

For me the trip, like the previous one, started at the train station, one large bag, one small, one friend with a couple of bags. All I can recall from the ride to the airport are some stories about malaria, and counting melaron pills. As we walked into the Austrian airplane heading to our first stop (Vienna), we acknowledged the classical music and I thought I won't hear much Hebrew from now on. After a few hours of waiting, and 10 hours of flight to Bangkok, we met 3 people from our high school there, and that thought evaporated quickly. Next stop - Hanoi, where we were supposed to meet Amnon, this was carefully planned, he even asked the guy at the hostel to save us room - but there was no need, the only flaw of the plan was that we never asked what the name of the street was, nor did we know the name of the hostel. So after a few minutes of waiting on line near some wifi spot, waiting hopelessly for Amnon to log on at the time we carefully arranged, we decided to head to the old city - where our chances are highest to locate him. We split a cab with some American dude that told us about the ping pong show in thailand, and some more horror stories about malaria and near death drowning situations.A 50 minute ride took us into a street which it's first impression can be described as a "lousy hell". No traffic rules, kids on motor cycles, smells of fish and piss, and a whole bunch of happy people. As we are looking around for wifi trying to contact Amnon again we noticed Amit forgot a bag with all his malaria pills back in the cab. Luckily we ordered it from the airport so we had a number to call and 15 minutes later the taxi came back and the price of the ride doubled. Finally we contacted, and met up and had a few drinks at a bar nearby. So far all is good, no conclusions or thoughts other than - a two connections flight is definitely exhausting, good night!