Ready to leave South Vietnam, but traffic is a bitch at the airport. They were also worried we’d get lost and required an escort to the runway.
Crossin’ into North Vietnam with the official headgear. I guess I'll have to get one at the next stop to fit in.
B-52's ran this same route.
Easy there Cap’n, we ain’t no wild weasel.
Landing in Hanoi @ Noi Bai International Airport. Loadmaster was blasting CCR on the PA for our passengers.
Checked into Hanoi Hilton. No shit either. Right next door to the famous one that is now a museum. We visit that later.
I don’t know how to caption this.
Oh dick, what are we getting into?
Get on your bikes and ride! This was literally 3 dollars to rent for the day. The girl running the stand asked if we knew where to go. No idea really, the last person I ever knew to come here was my uncle in the 70’s. “I’ve got 20 bucks if you can lead us around for a bit.” She pulled the garage door closed, locked it, flipped the closed sign out, and we had a guide for the whole day. Apparently, I should have started my bid lower. Oh well.
I got a good feeling about this.