It was half past midnight when we arrived in Vietnam’s capital. A vibrant city of blinding lights, lush parks, French colonial buildings, and masses of fast-moving Vespas.
Little did we know that the start of our adventure would begin in a small, quiet alleyway that housed the quaint 70s-style apartment we would call home for the next couple of days.
It’s a make-or-break experience. Our most recent Southeast Asian backpacking trip was a circus from start to finish. We can’t even begin to describe anything- anything at all.
“How’d your trip go?” is THE universal question but it’s become futile to ask us as we just glaze up… and are just plain flabbergasted.
Nothing could feel more peculiar than sitting in your room in the dark typing out words again as you are embraced by the dense profusion of familiarity.
One minute you’re scrambling for your passport on the immigration queue while someone prods you to hurry in a language you don’t understand, and the next you’re sipping a cup of coffee in the confines of your own world wishing it was milk tea from the streets of Bangkok.