Danang (more specifically, MyAn, near the beach) was such a welcomed change from Hanoi. A much slower pace of life exists there and it is FULL of expats. This was also where I witnessed the first bike accident I had seen since being in Asia. I couldn’t tell if the
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Now feeling bonded with my bike, I decided to head in another direction, towards My Son – an ancient temple complex and National Heritage Site just over an hour away by bike. Half the journey was through rural areas – fishing villages, harvested fields, the iconic Vietnamese hats, smokey fires,
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I shared a row of seats with a ravenous Italian couple during the flight to Hong Kong. They ordered a private breakfast (BEFORE the included breakfast was served), ate two platters each, as well as my croissant and shortbread! What famine is going on over there?! I wanted to ask,
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