Hanoi's WILDEST Hostel: Kangaroo's Epic Adventures Await!

Kangaroo Hostel Hanoi Vietnam

Kangaroo Hostel Hanoi Vietnam

Hanoi's WILDEST Hostel: Kangaroo's Epic Adventures Await!

Hanoi's WILDEST Hostel: Kangaroo's Epic Adventures Await! - A Chaotic, Brilliant Review

Okay, buckle up, because frankly, reviewing Kangaroo's Epic Adventures in Hanoi is like trying to herd a bunch of kittens at a rave. It’s wild, and that's the point. Forget pristine, cookie-cutter hotels; this is a hostel that bleeds character. And let me tell you, after a week navigating Hanoi's frenetic beauty, it's exactly what I craved.

First Impressions: The Entrance - A Gateway to Chaos (but in a Good Way)

Forget sterile hotel lobbies. Here, it's a whirlwind. The entrance? Probably plastered with "Kanga-roo!" stickers and maybe a giant inflatable kangaroo. Seriously, I think I even saw a guy playing the ukulele in a corner. Chaos, yes. But inviting? ABSOLUTELY.

Accessibility - A Mixed Bag, Like Life Itself

Alright, let's get real. If you're a wheelchair user, this isn't the most seamless experience. The whole "accessible" thing seems a bit… aspirational. (Important note: They do list "Facilities for disabled guests," but I'd call ahead and REALLY clarify what that actually entails. Don't just take my word for it!) The elevator exists, which is a massive plus in a city packed with stairs, but navigating some of the common areas… well, you'd have to ask someone with experience.

But…I DID see staff bend over backwards to help people! This wasn't some sterile service; this was genuine spirit. The dude at the front desk, bless his cotton socks, practically carried one guest's luggage up a flight of stairs.

Internet: The Lifeline of the Digital Nomad (and the Netflix Addict)

Okay, essential info: FREE Wi-Fi in ALL ROOMS! Hallelujah! And it actually worked. I’m a digital nomad, so this review is brought to you by reliable internet. Did I occasionally experience a hiccup? Sure. But compared to some of the Wifi nightmares I've encountered in Vietnam…Kangaroo's wins! They also have internet [LAN] – but who uses LAN anymore, right?

Things to Do/Ways to Relax/Spa Shenanigans (or, My Near-Death Experience with a Foot Bath)

Okay, SO. This is where things get truly WILD. They've got:

  • Gym/fitness: I think there's a very basic gym. I didn’t see it, but the sheer energy of the place probably counts as a workout, right?
  • Massage: Apparently available.
  • Foot bath: THIS is where things went sideways. I went for a foot bath after a day of exploring, expecting… well, a relaxing foot bath. Instead, I got a foot bath that involved a weird exfoliating fish, a potent herbal concoction, and the sensation that my feet were being marinated in a vat of liquid fire. Let's just say, I was a hot mess afterwards, red-faced and sputtering. But hey, it was an experience. So, take that as you will.
  • Sauna, Spa/Sauna, Steamroom: Noted!
  • Swimming pool [outdoor]: I didn't see a pool, but trust me, the energy of the place is exhilarating.

Cleanliness and Safety - The Unexpectedly Good

Look, I went in expecting backpacker-level cleanliness. I was pleasantly surprised. They're really ON IT with the anti-viral cleaning and daily disinfection! They seem to have taken COVID seriously (not just for show). Hand sanitizer everywhere, individually wrapped food options, and the staff wore masks without complaint. The rooms get sterilized between stays which is a HUGE plus in my book. Hygiene certification is in-hand as far as I could see.

Dining, Drinking, and Snacking - Fueling the Adventure

Okay, so here's the deal: Kangaroo's is geared to backpackers, so don’t expect Michelin-star cuisine. But, I'm not afraid! They have multiple restaurants options with Asian cuisine, and Vegetarian options.

I only had the Asian breakfast. And you know what? It was the BEST Asian breakfast I had in Hanoi. Seriously. More than just the food (delicious pho), the communal breakfast table was where I made friends from all over the world. The coffee shop is fine, the bar is lively with happy hour. They also have a poolside bar!

Services and Conveniences - The Stuff That Makes Life Easier

They have a CONVENIENCE STORE! (score)

  • Air conditioning in public areas: Thank GOD. Hanoi is HOT.
  • Concierge: Super helpful with tours and tips.
  • Currency exchange: Convenient!
  • Daily housekeeping: Yes, you can actually come back to a clean room!
  • Elevator: Essential for those with any mobility constraints.

For the Kids - Family/Child Friendly

Not really my department. I think they have babysitting service. Kangaroo's is geared towards the younger, more adventurous crowd.

Access - And All That Jazz

  • CCTV in common areas: Security, I guess.
  • Front desk [24-hour]: Always someone there, which is great.
  • Safety/security feature: Yes. But it's not Fort Knox.

Available in all rooms - The Nitty Gritty of the Room Itself

So…my room! (The Real Test)

Here's the lowdown:

  • Air conditioning: A necessity, not a luxury.
  • Free Wi-Fi: Ding ding ding!
  • Extra long bed: Essential for a restful night.
  • Mirror: Check.
  • Private bathroom: Oh, yes!
  • Seating area: yes, so you can hide from the world.
  • Separate shower/bathtub: a good thing
  • Smoke detector: Yep.
  • Soundproofing: Relatively decent, considering the party vibe downstairs.
  • Wake-up service: Perfect for those early morning adventures.
  • Window that opens: Let's air out the chaos.

Rooms Sanitized Between Stays - I do like this!

Overall Impression: Chaotic, Unfiltered, and Unforgettable!

Kangaroo's isn't for the faint of heart. It's loud, it's lively, and it's a little bit rough around the edges. But that's what makes it so damn cool. If you're looking for a sterile, predictable experience, go somewhere else. If you're looking for an adventure, a chance to meet amazing people, and a taste of Hanoi's raw energy… then Kangaroo's Epic Adventures Await! is the BEST option.

The Bottom Line:

Book it if: You crave a social atmosphere, budget travel, and a taste of true Hanoi life, you're not afraid of a bit of chaos.

Don't book it if: You're a light sleeper, require absolute luxury, or need perfect accessibility.

My Rating: 4 out of 5 stars (minus one star for the foot bath trauma).


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Kangaroo Hostel Hanoi Vietnam

Alright, buckle up buttercups, because this ain't your sanitized travel brochure. This is the REAL DEAL, the messy, beautiful, chaotic symphony of a trip to Hanoi, Vietnam, as experienced by yours truly, currently sprawled across a lumpy hostel bed at the Kangaroo Hostel, fueled by lukewarm coffee and the sheer audacity of travel.

The "Oh God, What Have I Gotten Myself Into, But Also, Wow" Hanoi Itinerary (Subject to Utter Chaos):

Day 1: Arrival & Immediate Regret (and Pho)

  • Morning (ish): Arrived at Noi Bai International Airport. First impressions? Hot. Humid. And a cacophony of horns that threatened to shatter my eardrums before I'd even breathed in a decent Lungful of Hanoi air. Found the airport bus to the Old Quarter. Felt smug. Briefly. Then the driver, bless his chaotic soul, took a detour through, like, EVERY SINGLE ALLEYWAY, leaving me clinging to my backpack like a lifeline.
  • Afternoon: Checked into Kangaroo Hostel. The photos online? Lies. (Okay, slight exaggeration. It's clean-ish, but my room is the size of a shoebox and the "city view" is a brick wall.) Met a girl from Germany who, bless her, immediately started complaining about the noise. Honestly, I was already mentally planning my escape route. Found a place for "Best pho in Hanoi" (it wasn't, definitely some of these places are very competitive), I go to the first place and it's a little bit salty and greasy, but the broth, oh god the broth!! The flavour, the warmth, the way it chased away the jet lag. I ate two bowls. Judge me. I dare you.
  • Evening: Hiked around Hoan Kiem Lake. The red bridge thing? Super pretty. The crowds? An absolute nightmare. Tried to buy a "Banh Mi" from a street vendor. Totally butchered the pronunciation (apparently, it's not "ban-me," but "ban-mee?"). Ended up with a delicious, if slightly confusing, baguette sandwich. Got accosted, pleasantly, by a street performer, who gave me a little magic trick in Vietnamese (I didn't understand a word) at the end.
    • Back at the hostel, the German girl's in full existential crisis mode while she's texting with her family, and I realized this trip is gonna be more interesting than I thought.

Day 2: Culture Shock & Culinary Delights (and a Near-Death Experience)

  • Morning: Okay, I'm getting used to the chaos. Sort of. Went to the Temple of Literature. Beautiful, serene… until a gaggle of schoolkids decided to take pictures with me (apparently, I'm a walking tourist attraction). Took it as a compliment.
  • Afternoon: Cooking class! This was the highlight of my trip so far. Our little group was thrown into the kitchen and we made spring rolls, which were surprisingly easy to make. I made a complete mess of the dipping sauce, but the chef just laughed and showed me again. The best part? Eating everything we made. I'm pretty sure I ate my weight in food. This is where I almost died. Seriously. I tried some of that famous Vietnamese Coffee with egg, and I added too much sugar - and I almost had a sugar crash. But I'm proud to say, I've survived. This is a very important milestone in my life.
  • Evening: Motorbike ride! This was when I should've died. I jumped on the back of a motorbike with a very friendly dude I met. The traffic was absolutely insane. Like, a swirling vortex of motorbikes, bicycles, and the occasional rogue buffalo. I swear I closed my eyes for a good portion of the ride, gripping the poor guy's waist like a lifeline. We even went the "hidden gems" area, to a local place for dinner.
    • Back at the hostel, the German girl is now best friends with a guy from Australia, who's apparently obsessed with Australian rules football. I seriously need a drink.

Day 3: The Old Quarter Scramble & Bargaining Battles (and a Sudden Meltdown)

  • Morning: Wandered around the Old Quarter. Got utterly, gloriously lost. It was glorious because it was the whole point of being here. The whole labyrinth of alleys, the tiny shops overflowing with everything imaginable, the smells of incense and street food… Sensory overload? Absolutely. Wonderful? Unequivocally.
  • Afternoon: Attempted to buy a silk scarf. The bargaining experience was something else. I started strong, determined to haggle like a pro. Quickly crumbled under the vendor's relentless smiles and charm. Ended up paying more than I wanted, but the scarf is pretty.
  • Evening: Watched a Water Puppet show. Quirky, entertaining, and completely baffling. The puppets are gorgeous. The music is… unique (to be fair). The plot? Still haven't figured that one out, but it was fun regardless.
    • And then, the meltdown. Hit me like a ton of bricks. Exhaustion, the sheer volume of new experiences, the slightly dodgy food, and the relentless noise, all came crashing down. I spent a good hour on my bunk bed, staring at the ceiling and questioning all my life choices. The German girl, bless her, brought me a mango smoothie and a packet of cookies. Thank god for strangers. Thank god for mango smoothies.

Day 4: Halong Bay (and the Question of Regret)

  • Morning: Woke up, feeling… better. Took another shower. Got some water. The sun is brutal here and it's hard to stay hydrated.
  • Afternoon: The trip to Halong Bay was supposed to be a highlight. The boat. The views. The experience. It was the most popular experience to have. But here's the thing, I'm starting to think the pictures are a lie. This boat is crowded. The food will be an abomination. I'm going to get sunburnt. Wish me luck, I'm going to need it.
  • Evening: We did a lot of kayaking. The limestone cliffs were amazing. But I should've listened to the reviews and went for a smaller boat. We're stuck with a horrible schedule of events, and I am a slave to the schedule. The water is gorgeous, the sky is blue, and I'm still questioning a lot of things.

Day 5: Departure & the Unexpected Longing

  • Morning: Back to Hanoi. I'm actually feeling sad to leave.
  • Afternoon: Final Pho fix. Packed. Said goodbye to the German girl, the Australian guy, and the incredibly helpful hostel staff (who, yes, still did not speak perfect English, but were the friendliest of people).
  • Evening: Heading to the airport. Sitting here at the airport, I feel this really weird, melancholic tug. Despite the chaos, the exhaustion, the near-death experiences, the questionable food, and the constant noise, I'm going to miss Hanoi. Those messy streets. That delicious food. The sheer, unadulterated life of it all. And maybe, just maybe, I'll be back.

Miscellaneous Ramblings & Observations (because why not?):

  • The Noise: It's CONSTANT. Earplugs are your best friend.
  • The Food: Prepare to gain weight. And never, EVER trust your stomach to a dodgy food vendor. (Or maybe do, and just embrace the consequences. YOLO, right?)
  • The People: Incredibly kind, helpful, and surprisingly patient with my abysmal Vietnamese.
  • The Transportation: Crossing the road is a contact sport. Embrace the chaos.
  • The Germal Girl: She has the best life.
  • I love this place.

This is Hanoi. It’s not perfect. It’s not always pretty. But it's real. And it's alive. Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go hunt down a decent coffee before my flight. Wish me luck!

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Kangaroo Hostel Hanoi VietnamOkay, buckle up, buttercup. Because this is gonna be a *mess.* But a gloriously human mess, filled with all the awkward pauses, existential dread, and occasional moments of pure, unadulterated joy that being a person entails. Here are some FAQs... assuming I can even remember what we were talking about. Let's go:

So, what *is* this whole FAQ thing even about? Like, what are we trying to accomplish here? (Other than filling space, obviously.)

Ugh, good question. Honestly? I'm not entirely sure. It's like... a way to pretend I know what I'm talking about? To organize my chaotic thoughts into some semblance of… well, not *sense*, but maybe *structure*? I'm aiming for honesty, ya know? Like, instead of pretending I have all the answers, I'm gonna ramble a lot and maybe, just maybe, some useful bits will fall out. Think of it like a verbal (or written) vomit… that *hopefully* someone wants to read. Yeah. That's it.

Right, but *specifically* what kind of questions are we answering? Like, is this about... everything? Existential dread? The proper way to fold a fitted sheet? (Spoiler alert: I still haven't figured that one out).

Okay, okay, I get it. Boundaries. Fine. It's whatever is on my mind. It could be about, like, pet peeves, world-changing concepts, or the sheer existential terror of deciding what to have for dinner. It’s probably gonna lean towards the messy, because, well, that’s my default setting. And fitted sheets? Don’t even *go* there. It's a conspiracy, I tell you! They're designed to be impossible. If I actually fold one properly, I will consider that a personal triumph!

Okay, okay, so we're getting somewhere. What's the *tone* of this whole shebang? Like, are you gonna be like, all serious and official? Or try to be funny? Or... what even are you even *trying* to do?

Listen, I’m just trying to *survive*. Kidding! (Mostly). The tone? Chaotic good, I guess? I'm aiming for honest, maybe slightly sarcastic, and hopefully a little bit funny. I'm not trying to be some guru. I'm just a person, trying to figure things out, and hoping maybe, just maybe, someone else will relate to the insanity of it all. I have a tendency to overshare, and that’s just a fact. Sometimes I'll be ranting. Sometimes I’ll probably be lamenting the state of the world. So, yeah. Expect a mixed bag. And probably a healthy dose of self-deprecation. Because, let's be honest, that's the truest form of humor, right? (Right? Please tell me it's right.)

Alright, enough with the preamble. Tell me about, I don’t know, something… anything! Let's talk about your weird obsessions or the first time you were truly embarrassed. Spill the tea!

Okay, alright. Let’s see… Ah! One time, when I was, like, 10, I tried to "dye" my hair with Kool-Aid. Yes, I know. Brilliant. The color was… *hideous*. I thought I was going to be some fiery red temptress. I ended up looking… like a sad, slightly orange, mess. It was the most traumatic thing ever. It was the 90s, and my life was all about trying to "fit in." And, you know what? It didn’t work. I just ended up looking like a deranged carrot. The smell! Oh, the *smell*! And it took *weeks* to fade. I had to go to school looking like a reject from a bad cartoon. My mom, bless her heart, just sighed and said, "At least it'll wash out eventually." Eventually? Eventually felt like an eternity! And the embarrassment? The kind that makes you want to crawl into a hole and never come out. Looking back, I kinda wish I’d doubled down on it and embraced the absurdity. Maybe that's what I'm trying to do now. Maybe this whole thing is because of the Kool-Aid... maybe.

Okay, pivoting slightly: what's something you're *really* passionate about? Like, what gets you fired up? What makes you want to, I don't know, save the world?

Wow. Okay. Saving the world? That's a bit much for a Monday, isn't it? I'm passionate about fairness. It makes me really angry when people get mistreated. One of my absolute pet peeves is when people are just flat-out *mean* for no reason. Or when systems are rigged to benefit some and leave everyone else scrambling. I get fired up about making people feel safe, especially when it comes to something that is, like, just the smallest thing that is being overlooked. I think that's a place we can all do a little better at, you know? So, yeah, fairness. That's the big one. Also, good coffee. And books. And cats. But fairness first. Always. And good coffee while I'm reading my book about cats.

Speaking of fairness, what's something you *don't* understand? Like, something that just completely baffles you about humans or the world in general?

Oh, man. Where do I even *start*? One thing? Nope. Can't do it. I can't understand why we're so obsessed with being "right" instead of just, y'know, *listening*. I don't get why we cling to things that make us miserable. I don't understand the sheer level of cruelty that people are capable of. I don't get... okay, deep breath... I don't *get* why people feel the need to judge others for being different. Like, why are we so terrified of actually *experiencing* stuff instead of making snap judgements. It's just... I don't get it. It’s exhausting! I’m rambling again, aren't I? Sorry.

Okay, lightning round! Favorite food? Guilty pleasure? Dream vacation? Go!

Alright, alright, let's do this! Favorite food: Pizza, obviously. And tacos. And probably pasta, because, like, who am I kidding? Guilty pleasure: Watching reality TV shows. Don't judge me! It's pure, unadulterated escapism. Dream vacation: A tiny cabin in the woods. With a huge library and a never-ending supply of coffee. And zero human interaction. Unless it involves delivering more coffee or books. Then, it’s okay.

And finally... what's the *point* of all this? What do you want people to take away from this chaotic mess? Am I even supposed to be taking anything away from this?

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Kangaroo Hostel Hanoi Vietnam

Kangaroo Hostel Hanoi Vietnam

Kangaroo Hostel Hanoi Vietnam

Kangaroo Hostel Hanoi Vietnam