Picturesque yet perilous
Tourists to Hanoi dodge moving trains in quest for quirky photos
Tourists court danger posing for photos on a railway track passing through an old residential district in central Hanoi, where it is a hot spot for selfies and thrill seekers.
HANOI: In the heart of Hanoi’s busy Old Quarter, French-built railroad tracks have become a hotspot for tourists seeking the perfect Instagram selfie, and for cafe owners serving up hot coffee and cold beer.
Though picturesque, they are also perilous: the tracks are still in use and most days, visitors must scramble for safety as the daily train rumbles through the narrow streets.
But for many, the thrill of dodging a speedy train is part of the appeal.
“It was amazing but scary in the same sense, a bit overwhelming being so close to the train,” Aust- ralian tourist Michelle Richards said.
The tracks were first built by former French colonial rulers, who used the railway to transport goods and people across Vietnam – then part of Indochina, along with Laos and Cambodia.
During the Vietnam War, parts of the railway were badly damaged by American bombs that rained down on the communist-ruled north.
Today, the original metre-gauge tracks are still a mode of transport for tourists and travellers seeking a cheaper option.
But in the past few years, visitors to Hanoi have seized upon their photographic possibilities.
Hemmed in by houses and cafes, the tracks offer a unique charm for budding travel photographers – and a business opportunity for makeshift cafe owners who have set up shop.
“It’s got a really weird charm. You’ve got flowers from the balcony coming down, you’ve got buildings which are very old and close to each other.
“You see people here living close to the train tracks,” Hong Kong tourist Edward Tsim said.
As the train rumbles into view, everyone clears the tracks and pulls their phones out to capture the scene.
“It felt like waiting for Christmas ... and when it arrived, wow, it was something else,” British tourist Paul Hardiman said.
“Well worth the wait.”
It felt like waiting for Christmas ... and when it arrived, wow, it was something else. Paul Hardiman