Everywhere you go here is a constant stream of variations of covers of every type of american music. And loud Vietnamese conversation. And car horns honking. There seems to be only one volume here, and that is loud.
Its been a quick few weeks and i am happy and sad to say that i have once agained moved locations. I landed in Ho Chi Minh city on November 18th and less than a month later I have moved on to Myanmar. And what a month it has been.
I made my way up from Ho Chi Minh, after being delayed there waiting for my bag which was stuck in Russia, to Da Lat a lovely mountain town that was a very welcome escape from the smog and chaos of Saigon.
Then to Nha Trang to sit at the beach, take a terrible boat tour, and dance with vietnamese and russians.
Sleeper bus to Hoi An to drink coffee, ride bikes, drink way too much alcohol, eat lots of pho and bahn mis, get custom made dresses and wander old town.
Motorbiked the Hai Van pass to Hue on a windy and rainy cold day but it was beautiful riding despite the weather
More sleeper buses. to the national park and town of Phong Nha where I did some exploring with my newest travel companions and lots of sitting by the fire at the hostel reading.
Upwards to Ninh Binh for more motorbike riding and adventuring and boat rowing too
And then to Hanoi, chaotic and bustling in a slightly less aggressive way than Ho chi Minh but hectic nonetheless. Lots of good food, coffee, and late night dancing with new friends
My last days in Vietnam were spent mostly on a motorbike twisting thru the northern province of Ha Giang with a group from my hostel. What started as a huge dilemma of whether to go or not turned into one of the best decisions I have made in awhile. 3 days and 4 nights in the mountains with 9 beautiful people who made the experience that much more worthwhile.
I managed to only fall off the bike 3 times and come away with no scratches. And ready for my next bike adventure
Two final nights in Hanoi, one to recover from the trip the next to rage with my new friends and reunite with the chicas I had traveled with up from Da Lat.
A VERY long morning getting to, thru and away from the airport but finally here I am in Yangon. Worn out and sad to have left on such a high note from Vietnam but filled with street noodles and convenience store ice cream loving how traveling gets me in the most complicated swirl of emotions
The general flow of life here seems to be such a different pace – much quieter, less chaotic, and way lesss backpackers. But these are just first impressions no way to know where the next 2 weeks will take me