w r i t t e n b y l a u r e l
September 27, 2009
hue. vietnam.
march 5th – 9th. 2009
An
overnight train, quiet, relaxed. Sunrise over the beautiful landscape that is
Vietnam. Cooler climates and in your face moto drivers greet us as we disembark
from the train. A LONG stubborn walk towards the hotels. Exasperated by an
environment that doesn’t give you a moment to breathe, think or get your
bearings. Then something extraordinary, I leave Stephen with the packs
and go in search of a room. We settle in to our temporary home here in Hue, a
place in a small alley just off a main street. The burdens of travel seem to be
weighing heavily at the moment and we are put off by the constant cajoling for
a taxi ride or a room. That night we find a nice Japanese restaurant for a
quiet meal and check out (photographer café) where we find info, beautiful
photos and a hospitable host. Armed with a map, we wander the next day across
the bridge to see the Forbidden Purple City and a different part of town. Then the next day another
surprise, we bump in to Rik and Mirjam at lunch! We had made plans to meet them
here, but this was an earlier than expected rendez-vous. We have been just
missing each other through all of Cambodia and Vietnam and we finally
co-ordinated a day together in the same city, we all part ways, Stephen and I
wander and book a tour for the next day. Too early a start the next morning,
larger than expected group and boat for the Perfume River boat tour. We keep to
ourselves and do our best not to feel rushed. Visits to a pagoda, royal tombs
and many photos later, we realize the ‘see as much as you can in as little time
as possible’ is just not our thing, we could have spent all day at 1 tomb and
on the water, a really enjoyable evening with Rik and Mirjam catching up on all
of our travels since Tibet. We part ways again tomorrow, they for Laos, we to
Hanoi. It was nice to see friends and escape the heat of the last couple of
months, tomorrow we head further north, Hanoi.
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