The Temple of Literature was built in 1070 as a conduit for the teachings of Confucius. After ambling through this establishment this morning, I walked around the corner and sat myself down for a shave. As I leaned back I saw above the leaves and branches of rainforest trees, and in the reflection in front of me, the messy tendrils of electricity wires and the general bustle of Hanoi. My good fellow was charging me under five dollars for his work. Surely there are few better and more affordable places in the world for a chap to lean back and sharpen up. Afterwards it was time to don the pith helmet and hail a cyclo… 0ff for further adventures.
