Once upon a wing, my friend Emma and I traveled to Vietnam. We left the chilly China winds behind and entered the crazy motorcycle city of Ho Chi Minh. There, we danced and darted across streets ablaze with colour and engines. Our senses were greedily satisfied as we gorged on fruit shakes, fresh spring rolls, pho upon pho upon pho.
We didn’t delve down the tourist tunnels. Instead, we set sail on a little wooden boat and found ourselves wandering in forests alongside the Mekong Delta in search of a challenge. We feasted on more pho, which due to some handy ‘mime’ skills, allowed us to be served without uttering the local lingo, which so bewildered and discombobulated our little ears, due to us being so a-tuned to our Chinese.
We slept on a boat, floating under an incredible sunset, nestled in the safety of our mosquito nets. We sang with locals and harnessed a little wooden number to deliver us across the delta. Our curiosity always got the better of us, and despite the rain, we ran and laughed, burning our tongues with spices from spice.
Cambodia was our destination, but that’s a story for another day. Before we knew it, we were back in Ho Chi Minh, devouring more Pho and nibbling on candy floss under the light of sporadic fireworks, welcoming in the new Vietnamese year.
We took to Mui Ne, a beach land of wonder. It was there that we discovered the best mango mojitos in the world and spent lazy days watching kite surfers take to the ocean and the sky.
For our next adventure, we traveled to Dalat. We went deep into the highlands and got lost in a giant house that could have been straight from Alice in Wonderland. We cycled around lakes and up hills and we even abseiled down waterfalls. It was there that we also said farewell before embarking on our solo journeys.
I hopped aboard a motorbike and got rushed to a bus to take me back to Ho Chi Minh. I prayed for my life as we fled through the land, sharing half a seat with the driver and half a seat with a family of four. I laughed and I arrived.
I flew North to Hanoi where I wandered and admired the cute architecture. I watched puppets dance in water and explored old, worn-out museums. I took a day trip to Halong Bay where I threw myself into a spot of kayaking through the caves. I ate fresh fish straight from the bay and marveled at the famous limestone peaks.
On my last day I said a little good morning to Vietnam and enjoyed one last exploration before being fed a shot of very strong alcohol by my guesthouse owner and being sent on my merry blurry way, back home to China.