The track provided me with a peacefulness, calmness and sense of place

Photograph walking back down from Camp Carroll, chosen by Maddison Lawrie as a special image from the trip to Vietnam.

Maddison writes: 



The unexpected lessons

I am so grateful to Malcolm for encouraging me to take the trek to Camp Carroll. This was an experience, a series of special moments, that one snapshot that I nearly missed. For me, this image encompasses so many different aspects of our time in Vietnam, and is a reminder of the lessons I learnt, the memories I made and the experiences that had an enriching impact on me.

Located south of the DMZ along Route 9 in Quang Tri province, Camp Carroll, the American Marine Artillery Base from 1966-72, was nothing like I’d expected. Once a launch point for patrols and operations in and around the DMZ area and home to thousands of marines, there is nothing left to suggest that there was ever an American presence there. The only evidence remaining from the war was a memorial for the North Vietnamese Army (NVA) which was situated at the top of the track.

Although the walk up was amazing it was the descend from the 3km track that was the most spectacular sight I encountered during my time in Vietnam. The track provided me with a peacefulness, calmness and sense of place that I have not experienced before. The view included lush greenery made up of banana palms & other Vietnamese natives that guided the boundary of the track. The mountains in the distance that so subtly revealed themselves as you made your way around the different curves & bends, watched over the locals who had built their homes in amongst the track’s vegetation. To me, this symbolised ‘growth’ and ‘life’ and taught me that even after damage is done that nature and humanity have the ability to grow, repair and progress.

 My most favourite though, the local families who we passed going about their daily activities or the ones who made their way to the top of their driveways with their children to greet and interact with the foreigners who were making their way up and down the track. All of the locals we encountered were genuinely intrigued by & welcoming of these Australians walking up their path. Although our languages created a barrier, our ability to communicate through some broken Vietnamese and English, otherwise mainly nonverbal interaction, made this walk an extraordinary experience for me.  The creativeness in hand gestures, the facial expressions and sharing of smiles was truly heart-warming. Also, the trust of these mothers and fathers who so happily allowed their children to talk and play with the Aussies on the track. How these people could be so openhearted to complete strangers, especially given the experiences so many of them to would have encountered being so close to the conflict zone, restored my faith in humanity.  This 3km walk was like nothing I’ve ever experienced before and now; this image will be forever imprinted into my mind along with the memories I have stored with it. Although no photo could ever do it justice, the above is the closest I have to it.

This school is symbolic of change and growth

Photograph of one of the students at the Sông Cầu Primary School, chosen by Liam Kay as a special image from the trip to Vietnam.

Liam writes:

Adds a new meaning to what it is to be thankful

After presenting the students of Sông Chau Primary School with their gifts of stationery, instead of focusing on the materialistic items within the box, this specific boy was focused more on the actual box, putting it on his head, and smiling and laughing hysterically.

In our lives, we can be caught up with wanting the newest and greatest things and forget to be thankful for what we have, I think this photo serves as a symbol to be appreciative that you have a loving home and focus on that rather than the materialistic items within it. Upon this, the photo is so memorable to me because it reinforces what the term “less is more” means to be, which I found to be implemented all throughout the Vietnamese culture.

When we entered the school, I was overwhelmed by the welcoming, beaming smiles of the kids, who were so content with life. When they received their gifts containing stationery, although this particular boy was focused more on the box and it was difficult to communicate with them, he and his classmate’s gratitude was expressed so deeply through the big smiles on their faces. To think that most of these kids don’t have access to things we take for granted like air conditioning for an example and yet are still so happy sends a prudent message for society.

Another part of this photo that is special to me is the fact that it reminds me of where this particular school was established. It is situated at the end of the main runway where once stood the hub of Australian’s forces within Vietnam, Nui Dat. Considering the taskforce base was formed on the basis of destruction and war, one would think that building a school there is ironic, but it is not because this school is symbolic of change and growth. It is so symbolic because it is full of young people who have the opportunity to be educated and they have their lives ahead of them to achieve and do great things within society.

More than ever we need these brilliant people

Photograph of Tony, Bob and Martin at the Memorial in Vung Tau City, chosen by Ryan Schwarz as a special image from the trip to Vietnam.



Ryan writes:



Story time: That incredible ability to draw in an audience and leave them clinging onto every word

Stories, they have been around since the dawn of time, a way of passing information down through generations. But there have always been certain people that excel at sharing this knowledge, we call these special people storytellers. In a world filled with technology where we learn new things through dull fonts and sterile screens, it is now, more than ever, that we need these brilliant people. We need those people that have that incredible ability to draw in an audience and leave them clinging onto every word. In the image above we see three people that have this extraordinary knack, some may call them tour guides, chaperones or public speakers but to me they will always be known as story tellers. 

It was once I returned home that I realised just how important these three storytellers were. It is the simplicity of doing nothing but listening that resonated with me. It is the bus rides with Bob sitting at the back of the bus, talking about anything and everything from being a paratrooper, to a local Kingston farmer. It is the talks with Martin about communism and life in Vietnam, walking casually down the street as he puts his gentle arm around you as if to show that maybe we really are just like his family. And the looks of mutual respect and astonishment that Tony and Bob shared with each other as they revealed stories of their own as they admired each other’s gifts. These are the memories that I will hold onto. After every conversation with these three storytellers I would take away something new, learning more from them than any sign or page could ever offer. As the world becomes overrun by social media and online interaction, this image reminds me of the wonders that face to face communication brings. 

The knowledge these men shared has left me dumbfounded. It is one thing to flip through the pages of a book or scroll through a website, reading about incredible acts of Australian soldiers. It is another to sit next to one of these soldiers who fought through blood, sweat and tears, losing mates along the way, as they put their life on the line in the name of our country. If it was not for the reasoning voices of Tony and Martin, sharing stories of the Vietcong whom were just as noble, my naïve and stubborn self would never have recognised the war for what it truly was. These men have a gift, a gift to gain our attention and to hold it in the palm of their hands. This photo is a reminder of these incredible story tellers, the stories they have shared and the memories they have carved. 

We entered the competition trying to uncover stories of brave men and women that were never truly remembered. It seems fitting that I come home aware of just how important these stories are and just how vital the people are that share them. This photo is a reminder that when we die, our lives will not be defined by a trophy cabinet filled with our accolades but rather our stories and the precious people we choose to share them with. A man by the name of Robert McKee quotes, “Storytelling is the most powerful way to put ideas into the world.”

How the simple things in life can have the most meaning

Image at the Trung Tam Nhan Dao Tu An Orphanage, chosen by Tabitha Zdanowicz as special to her from the trip.


Tabitha writes: 

For me this image is about what you don’t see.

“A picture is worth a thousand words”, but for this one, I feel that there are thousands more that can be attributed to it.

Moving through the big open play area of the first orphanage we visited, around me sat my fellow group members all playing and connecting with the children and elderly ladies who lived there. No understanding of spoken language was proving to be no barrier as the happy, curious, nervous, excited, smiling or maybe frowning body language was enough for us to connect and understand each other. I was taking in this happy scene, when I happened to look over and see this lady and boy as pictured, quietly observing the surrounding activity. Since our arrival they had been in this position.

I approached the pair and received a warm smile from the lady. The boy was a very shy and wary character and steadily stared at me, not breaking his straight face. As I went for a high five, trying to reassure him, he reluctantly succumbed to the encouraging of his carer, to return one. Something about the two intrigued me and I asked for a photo.

This image really stuck with me and over the next days I continued to ponder it. The reason I find it so striking is because I feel it represents so much that is unseen at a first glance. It represents the wisdom and experiences of an elderly Vietnamese lady and the very young naivety of a small child in modern Vietnam. It represents the adversities of the Vietnamese people, as this lady would have experienced the hardships that war presented in her country. I wonder if the boy’s wary nature was because he never knew his parents or his family? What is his story? He must have experienced some terrible hardships, even in his young life, to be living there, as an orphan.

This lady represents the selfless nature of so many Vietnamese people. In a culture where respect for elders is very important, in this orphanage the most important thing to these ladies seemed to be the young children. They live, to care for and love the children and they are so proud of them. This was apparent in his obvious trust in her. It represents how the lives of Vietnamese people seem to be so much simpler and slower paced than those of people in more developed countries.

This image was one of so many special highlights during our amazingly eye-opening and memorable trip. I left the orphanage with a stronger understanding of just how privileged we are in Australia and I feel there is a lot to be learnt from how the simple things in life can have the most meaning.

Forever grateful for this experience. 

A lesson in forgiveness and an example of humanity at its best.

Image of the Happy Yoga group we joined in with on the streets of Hanoi, chosen by  Matilda Cotton as special to her from the trip.


Matilda writes:

To include us in such a welcoming way

This photo was taken on our morning walk around Hanoi. 16 Australian students and 4 Australian adults were invited in by about 30 elderly North Vietnamese people, to participate in an activity dubbed ‘happy yoga’, in which we laughed and danced and held hands, and just generally had a good time. 

 Only 50 years earlier, the North Vietnamese, possibly some of these very people, or indeed the parents of these lovely kind-hearted people, were fighting a brutal war against the South Vietnamese, Americans and Australians, among other allies; probably not many years older than us in this photo.

I think this photo manages to capture both the resilience that the Vietnamese people had through such hard times and also their unparalleled ability to move on and to forgive their adversaries. And these two things were what was, for me, the qualities highlighted during the entire trip. 

Whilst most of the fighting of the war happened in the middle and south of Vietnam, the city that this photo was taken in, Hanoi, was still very affected by this conflict. Countless young men from this very city were sent down to fight for the communist regime. Many of these soldiers never returning, or returning affected by chemical warfare such as the infamous Agent Orange. Agent Orange was a powerful herbicide used by the Americans and their allies to eliminate forest cover in areas they were fighting in. However, as we learned about in the War Remnants Museum, the effects of this herbicide were disastrous for not only the North Vietnamese but for everyone fighting in the war. The effects of this still continue today, something really hurtful to see when walking the streets of Vietnam.

After having the chance to see and learn about this first-hand, it is hard for me to imagine how it is possible for these Vietnamese people, some of whom may have either fought in the war first-hand or known people who had, or been affected by it in some way, could include us in such a welcoming way to their activities. Us, who are so similar to those they fought against just 50 years ago; they chose to welcome in their yoga session.

This is why I chose this photo. Because for me it highlights not only the sacrifice and harm that the war has done to this country, but it shows the true nature of the Vietnamese people of today, as well as our nature as a younger generation of Australians happy to be invited to join in with them. These people are some of the happiest people I have ever met, content with so little, able to forgive, move on, and enjoy their life. And, more than this, they are willing to invite in and welcome some tourists from one of the same countries they were fighting against into their yoga session, fittingly named ‘Happy Yoga’.  The ability to remain upbeat and happy, and spontaneously welcome us in is a lesson in forgiveness and an example of humanity at its best. 

Simply happy and seem complete

Image of a child at feeding pigeons at 6am on the streets of Hoi An, chosen by Montana Foster as special to her from the trip.


Montana writes:

Satisfied with the simple things in life

Going on the ANZAC Spirit Prize study tour to Vietnam was a once in a lifetime opportunity and has enabled me to meet so many amazing people, learn about the Vietnam War and the country of Vietnam. One thing that stuck with me during the trip and now remains in my mind afterwards is the attitude of the Vietnamese people and their lifestyle. They are simply happy and seem complete, just with the bare necessities.

I found this attitude was captured perfectly within this mesmerising moment. The child is simply happy, entertained by feeding pigeons on the streets and enjoying nature within her city environment. No electronic devices, video games or plastic toys and yet so satisfied. It was a moment of perfect child innocence, unspoiled by current trends and technology.

Though I could not hear her joy, I could see the look of peace and content on her face. She had respect for the pigeons and nature that Australians can take for granted; when we look at pigeons, we see them as pests but instead she saw them as her friends and something worth feeding. It also surprised me to see a child outside so early in the morning and comfortable in the dirty surroundings. I could see that this place was her home and that she would grow up to be to be a happy, grateful, giving adult, just like the majority of her community.

The happy attitude flowed through the whole Vietnamese community, from children to the elderly, and it was very refreshing. Whenever the group went on an early morning walk, I was overwhelmed with the number of locals dancing, practising yoga and aerobics energetically. They were inviting and encouraged us to join in; I always left feeling happy and relaxed.

I have learned a very valuable lesson during my time in Vietnam, one that everyone should take into consideration. When one is grateful for what they have, instead of obsessing over what they want or the negatives of life, they become a better, more complete person. This picture will always remain with me, and will serve as a reminder of this lesson, just one of the many things I learnt on the ANZAC Spirit Prize study tour to Vietnam.

I had to stop and think

Image walking to the Long Tan Memorial, chosen by Laura Cassell as special to her from the trip

Laura writes:

The footsteps of my Grandfather

Outside the air conditioned bus, there was the blast of hot humid air. The humidity was harsh and the feeling of being in a foreign land, away from home hit me. I had to stop and think that 53 years ago my grandfather, who had talked about this day with me, would’ve stood here in this unbearable heat, in uniform with a heavy pack and with a heavy heart after the Long Tan battle. I was now overlooking that same area. I followed the path to the cross where the rubber trees were almost an avenue of honour. The sounds of insects could be heard in the banana trees where rubber trees once stood, with thunder rumbling in the background. I walked slowly to the Long Tan cross taking all this in. I was to lay a rose in remembrance of my chosen soldier, Private Robert John Lubcke who was killed on the 2nd of July 1966.  I also put down a photograph of my grandfather David Harding and his mates who came here the next day after the battle. It is hard to imagine this peaceful area was once a battleground where blood was spilt, and soldiers were killed fighting for freedom.

The Cross is for soldiers that lost their lives at Long Tan. The emotional journey for me was to retrace the footsteps of my grandfather. To give life to the stories he had told me. To try and understand through the heat, smell and sounds that had confronted him in this place. So, I stood where he stood, looked around and remembered stories of when 5RAR returned to the rubber trees for their fallen mates, on the 19th of August 1966. I listened to the Ode and reflected on the words read out from the song “I was only 19” which was how my grandfather had described the war.

Shows that less is more

Image of a child at the Trung Tam Nhan Dao Tu An Orphanage, chosen by Daisy Yates as special to her from the trip.

Daisy writes:


She made the most out of what she had


Over the two weeks we spent in Vietnam many beautiful memories were made. However, one that I am certain will forever reside in my mind is at the first orphanage we visited and the time we got to spend with the children. I chose this photo out of many as it shows this young girl was so joyful even though she had so little. Her bed was simply a little wooden frame with no mattress, just a few spare clothes as a pillow and during meals it would become her table. At first she was really shy around us and would run off if we got to close. However soon her confidence started to grow, she would run up to us and give us a high five before running off again and try to hide and throw some of her toys at us. It was such a simple game but you could tell she was having so much fun just by the smile that was on her face. Even though she had few toys to play with, she made the most out of what she had and was so happy running back and forth playing with us. We all have so much that we take for granted and this experience really went to show how grateful we should all be to have access to plenty of food and water, a family who loves us and a quality education. It also shows that less is more, these children had barely anything but they were wandering around smiling and laughing happy with the things they had. Afterwards it was a really nice feeling to know that we were able to support these children in some way. This moment was one out of many highlights on a fantastic trip which I will forever be grateful I was a part of.

Friendships, culture, feelings, experiences and memories are all carved deep in this photograph, although they can not necessarily be seen

Image taken on the river in Hoi An chosen by Sophie Lipman as special to her from the trip



Sophie writes:


Many memories in one photo

This photo, to me, has many memories that come with it. This picture was taken in Hoi An, in central Vietnam.

It was the afternoon, the weather was warm and beautiful, the smells of coconut water, fresh warm meats and moist rubbish all mixed in one.

This afternoon, Martin took us on a stroll around the provincial town. Although it is not captured in this photo, the constant rushing feeling of possibly being hit by a cyclo (a Vietnamese 3-wheel bicycle taxi) was always present.

Seconds after this photo was taken, the lady in the burgundy shirt walked up to me, said “Xin Chao” and instantly put her fruit carrier on my shoulders. At first I was unsure but passed the initial feeling and smiled at her. A few minutes later, she retrieved it back and made persistent hand signals as if to ask for money. I explained that I did not intend to buy anything, but soon figured that since she let me have a go at holding the carrier, I was to pay her. That is how she earned her money every day.

The yellow building at the back of the photograph was where we all sat multiple hours later, eating our Banh Mi and drinking our sugarcane juice with only the streetlights and lanterns as our brightness. We sat there for quite some time, talking about the names of our dogs and what type of mosquito spray we use. We all also wandered this street after dinner, resulting in some people purchasing goodies, others getting lost.

It is amazing how many memories this simple picture holds in my heart. Friendships, culture, feelings, experiences and memories are all carved deep in this photograph, although they can not necessarily be seen.

This trip was life changing for me. I learnt so much not only about the country itself, but about the people there, their habits, culture, the war, traditions and Bob’s stories and life mottos. I made lifelong friendships on the trip and it was undoubtedly the best thing I have ever done in my life.

Thank you for the good times, the days you filled with pleasure. Thank you for fond memories, and for feelings I’ll always treasure.

Government cannot fight a war without the approval and support of the people

Image at the DMZ of the current Vietnamese flag chosen by Melissa Campbell as special to her from the trip.

Melissa writes:

Government cannot fight a war without the approval and support of the people

While we were at the DMZ (Demilitarized Zone) in Central Vietnam, Martin told us how during the war the North Vietnamese and South Vietnamese each had a flagpole on their side of the border. Each side continued to replace their flagpole with one that was larger than the opposing sides’. This continued to occur throughout the war until the North Vietnamese claimed victory and demolished the South Vietnamese’s flag. Martin also spoke about how the government placed speakers at the DMZ which played propaganda. A similar tale accompanies these speakers as the governments of both sides continued to replace the speakers with larger and more modern models in an effort to drown out the propaganda from the other side. As a result, the sound from the speakers was able to travel up to 10 kilometres. For me, this highlighted the government’s inability to fight the war by themselves or to force their people to fight a war that they didn’t believe in. I see the flagpole as a symbol of both the North Vietnamese and the South Vietnamese’s efforts to appear more impressive than the other side which is a small act intended to heighten the people’s belief in their government which might lead to more people enlisting in the army and fighting with renewed strength. The speakers similarly are an attempt to convince the people of the government’s belief in the war and what they were fighting for. I feel it shows both the North and South Vietnamese governments’ vulnerability and the fact that they needed the consent of their people to continue the war and therefore had to win the propaganda “battle” to convince their people that their view of the struggle is the one that matters. It shows how the government cannot fight a war without the approval and support of the people. This can tell us more about the mindset of the Vietnamese people during the war and how ultimately it was the North Vietnamese government that was more successful in motivating their supporters.

These women were both victims, split by a force they couldn’t control

Image at the DMZ and Ho Chi Minh Museums chosen by Lily Farrell as special to her from the trip.


Lily writes:

Seeing the Vietnamese perspective made me reconsider how we tell stories of war

This photo, displayed in both the Hanoi Ho Chi Minh and the DMZ Museums stood out to me as a symbol of hope and reunification and how the war affected everyone, whether in North or South Vietnamese. When we learn about the Vietnam War, we learn about the two sides, North and South, but not about the people who were caught in the middle, who played no part but were simply victims of both sides. This image makes me think if there is ever a good and bad side in a war, or just two sides who are equally as bad as each other. To us, the North Vietnamese were the villain’s and we were the heroes, but to the North, we were the villain’s and they were the heroes. They committed atrocities, but so did we, and we were fighting for what we believed was a noble cause and so did they. Being able to see this war from the Vietnamese perspective changed how I saw not only the Vietnam War, but every war when Australia and America are viewed as the heroes, as I am now able to see that even though we may be fighting an enemy, their stories still deserve to be told because they lived, loved and lost just as we did - in many ways their stories are the same as ours. I now want to research soldiers and stories of both the North Vietnamese/Vietcong and those caught in-between, to know the stories of those who were fiercely against us and those who were victims, as these two women were. These women were both victims, split by a force they couldn’t control, and we as a country played a role in their suffering. This image and many others throughout this experience forced me to think about and debate some difficult questions that I have yet to answer;

What are the stories of the enemy?

Whose stories deserve to be told?

Is there ever a ‘good’ side in a war?

To stand in two places at once

Image selected by Sophie Baker as special from the trip: Bob and Sophie on the bridge at the DMZ.

Sophie writes:

To stand in two places at once

I selected this photo from the trip to reflect on because it is one of the most significant to me. As difficult as it was to choose just one photo from this life changing experience, I was standing on and shaking hands with amazing parts of history. This is a replica of the Hien Luong Bridge, which was located in the middle of the Demilitarized Zone and marks the former border between North and South Vietnam.

This time was very moving for me because I was able to stand in two places at once. However, it wasn’t just the location that was significant to me. Bob is such an inspirational and overpowering man who is full of history. If he didn’t come on the trip, I doubt he would have ever told many of those stories. It is so important that we get the memories out of our veterans while we still have the opportunity. I will be eternally grateful for getting to share such a life changing experience with this man. Without Bob I think everyone could agree that the trip just wouldn’t have been the same. At each location Bob would share at least one story from his service, whether it was humorous or serious they were well worth listening too. The cheeky smile on Bob’s face represents the many laughs we shared together. It was great to hear that in such a scary time in his life he was able to experience some humour.

Prior to the trip I knew so little about the Vietnam war, culture and people. I left with so much more knowledge on the war, experiences for our men, and how happy and kind the Vietnamese people really are. It was really moving to listen to Bob’s memories and watch him share his thoughts and emotions on the war

I still can’t believe I was gifted with such a life changing experience and for this I will be eternally grateful. As the saying goes: “the journey may be over but the memories will last a lifetime.”

Now I understand what we mean by Long Tan

Image selected by Shreyas Khanna as special from the trip: A view of the banana plantation that now exists where a rubber tree forest was once the site for the Battle of Long Tan in which the 6RAR served.

Shreyas writes:

Now I understand what we mean by Long Tan

Vietnam: The memories that I have made here across a two-week span; alongside Bob, my fellow fifteen mates, not to mention Lauren, Maddy, Ellen and Malcolm are ones which will last no less than a lifetime. Our time spent at the orphanages, the smiles of Vietnamese citizens who embraced us despite knowing little or nothing of each other, the confronting scenery at Hanoi Hilton and War Remnants, Bob’s spurs of comedic spontaneity and wisdom, retracing the steps of the Viet Cong at Cu Chi and our commemorations at Long Tan to name a few. Long Tan remains a particular highlight for me. Recalling little of what I had learnt prior to this excursion, the learning about the experiences of Australian and New Zealand soldiers that occurred here for me was invaluable. Standing amidst the recently developed banana plantation (as shown in the photograph), which once was a violent, torrential rain-covered rubber-tree forest in which our forces fought for four gruelling hours astonished me. This way in which the landscape had been transformed from a former forest to its current agricultural role reminded me of how a war-torn Vietnam had recovered and progressed since the war. Bob’s first-hand account of the fierce female Viet Cong who bravely transported the bodies of soldiers, and the mud – one of the few remaining reminders of the Battle of Long Tan; that transformed a soldier’s greens to a red. These are subtle glimpses that I allowed me to envision the former landscape. Not to mention the efforts of 108 troops to defeat over 2,000 North Vietnamese and Viet Cong is testament to all from both sides who survived and fell that day. Our service there, in which we commemorated the respective soldiers whom we researched that fell in Vietnam, was an eye-opening and memorable experience aided by images and input from our guide Mr T. This was all as we convened around a replica of the Long Tan Cross, which is the sole memorial to the Australian contribution during the Vietnam War. What Bob, Mr T and being here reminded me that day was why history is as interesting to me as it is: as we remember and restore the many pieces of our past to live on in those who shape the future. This trip has been incredible experience, meeting new people and exploring a culture and society so vastly different to our own. One of the best parts of my life thus far!

Last night in Hanoi

Outside the Wild Rice Restaurant in Hanoi - last night dinner

The staff and Martin

Banana people

At the Hanoi Night Market

Now to catch the plane and head for home!

At the Hanoi airport awaiting departure for Singapore

Down and out in Changi Airport before catching the plane back to Adelaide.

Back from Ha Long Bay

At the Oyster factory at Ha Long Bay

On the boat in Ha Long Bay

A climb to the Surprise Cave

Cooling off like Bob

Tia Chi at 6.45am 

At the top of Ti Top Island

The Ho Chi Minh experience in Hanoi

Outside the Ho Chi Minh Mausoleum 

In front of the National Assembly of the Socialist Republic of Vietnam

At the 'Uncle Ho' Fishpond

A well earned ice cream

Outside the 'Hanoi Hilton'

There will be no posts until Friday night because we are heading to Ha Long Bay today and will not have Internet reception until we return to Hanoi on Friday.

The morning of Day 10: Walking in Hanoi

6am in Hanoi and hundreds of people out walking, dancing and exercising

We join into a Happy Yoga class in the streets - so welcoming and happy!

To Hanoi

Into the streets of Hanoi

Outside the Water Puppets Theatre

 Lauren,  Ellen and Maddison meeting a young student outside the Catholic School in the centre of Hanoi

Communicating with some young students