We took an outrageously cramped 12 hour overnight bus ride to our next destination, Hue town.The place itself comes highly recommended, though I wasn’t personally inspired by the semi-impressive architecture and half hearted collection of war memorabilia.
Mixed Emotions
Mixed Emotions
Storytelling is all too regularly glamourised to the extent that positives are largely exaggerated, while negatives are cast awkwardly aside. Travelling recollections normally suffer a similar fate: the breathtaking experiences I had in China sit far more prominently in the mind than the bitter cold, constant commotion and daunting 25 hour train journeys. To be frank, my first few days in Vietnam haven’t been the greatest.
Start Me Up
With summer fast approaching the time is right to take my inevitable hibernation from British society. Exeter unversity has the sublime habit of ensuring most students are completely finished by mid May, giving me four months to do somethning useful with my life. Tempting though it is, the idea of working for some Fat Cat in the City, in the hope of one day being the guy himself has been rejected – although in the current dogfight there’s no guarantee I would have been accepted. CV hyper-building is all the rage.
Instead an all encompassing tour of South East Asia; Vietnam, Cambodia, Laos, Thailand, Malaysia, Singapore, Indonesia, the Philippines and Hong Kong. That’s the plan anyway, assming our wallets and our health lasts that long.
With our bags packed, Jack and I set off for Hong Kong. Owing to our flight from there to Vietnam being cancelled, we arrived late in the evening without anything further booked. Luckily, Hong Kong airport has WiFi of the fast and free variety; something those stingy bastards in Gatwick and Heathrow could learn from. A frantic ticket search culminated in a 4am online purchase. Five hours later we boarded the plane, arriving (via Malaysia) in Hanoi, Vietnam later that day.
After two nights without a mattress the basic ones on offer in the 3 pounds a night youth hostel felt superb. We checked in, rather suitably just in time for happy hour – though instead of paying half price the beer was completely free; very happy indeed. The morning after however was less so: strangely my appetite for alcohol, has over the last few months waned to the extent that nights of utter intoxication have become a rarity. Rapid acclimitisation will be needed if I’m to avoid repeating the embarrassment of vomiting in our dormitory toilet, to the great amusement of fellow travellers.
Jack, suprisingly avoided such shortcomings. It’s fair to say his pale white skin and red hair looks rather exotic over here. The ginger count so far (excluding him) stands at one, despite the constant stream of new faces. Our dream of compiling ‘the 100 gingers of South East Asia’ album hangs in the balance. It’s good to be back in Asia.