I was able to keep myself from climbing under the chair but not able to refrain from the under-attack, protective position. This time we could see as we bumped along. The area between Haiphong and Hanoi was rural. Lots and lots of rice paddies and small villages. Everything and everyone was bustling.
People working in the fields, produce being carried to market and sold.
The other striking thing was the houses. Clearly this area was pretty much destroyed by the bombings and had only been rebuilt very recently. One wonders how many people working in those fields have been, and will continue to be, killed by unexploded ordnance. Still, there was no animosity. We arrived in Hanoi just in time for lunch, stopping first at Ho Chi Minh's mausoleum, which was closed.