The house Eddy built. With regard to my arrival, my friend Eddy had organised everything and I mean everything. After touching down at Hanoi airport I was met by a taxi driver holding up a sign with my name on it. The man took me to a hotel about an hour's drive away from Hanoi’s old quarter, the hotel which was pre-booked and also paid for. Three doors down the street I found the travel agent where I could collect my ticket for the sleeper train to Lao Ca...