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I wasn’t very prepared for Vietnam. I read a lot about it, but I still didn’t get any smarter. A bus ticket, a few thoughts, and a country I was going to discover on my own.

Hanoi is both chaotic and lovable. Between the motorbikes, smiles, coffee, streets and flavors, I immediately feel like I’ve arrived in Vietnam.

Past, ideology, spirituality, chaos, height, play and a quiet walk home. That’s what a perfect day in Hanoi meant to me.

Hanoi gave me another day. For coffee, for wonder, for getting lost, for being lost, and for the feeling that I could somehow be at home among the stars.

No big lesson. No world-changing. Just a few days in Haiphong, with spontaneous decisions, strange situations and good tastes. And a new friend.

Cat Ba is a city of aquariums and neon lights. An island that has been whispering to me to stay. I feel like there are experiences waiting for me.

A slow and even slower quiet day, yet rich in experiences, in the forests, peaks, and shores of Cat Ba Island. A little bit in the middle of the world.

1 hour, 64 photos. Standing guard next to a trash can. It seemed like an interesting idea, and I didn’t regret taking this photo series at all.

Islands. Green and blue sea. I’ve been to a place in the world that is beautiful to look at even in a photograph. And with my own eyes, it’s simply incredible.

Ninh Binh became twenty-two days instead of four. A beautiful place, a shared journey, and 2,876 memories that proved surprisingly difficult to put into words.

A day in Hanoi, an unexpected coffee invitation, a refused use of the bathroom and a night train ride. Every encounter teaches you something.

Sa Pa is beautiful on the square. But my most beautiful memory so far is not about the mountains, but about an unexpectedly gifted half day.

I let my desire take me to the top of Fansipan. From there, it really seemed like the sky above the clouds was always blue.

A German, a Belarusian, and a Hungarian meet in Vietnam. This is not the beginning of a joke. Just another story in which our paths will cross again and again.

Alone with the song of birds. The bright dewdrop on my shoe. Pretty flowers always smile.

Sleeping on a sleeper bus is a lot of inconvenience. I only found one way to escape. I chose the story.

There are places in the world where after three weeks I was welcomed as if I had arrived home. Sometimes that’s enough to make you feel at home.

I thought I was going to rent a motorbike. In the end, I ended up being the protagonist of a Vietnamese trust experiment.

Five pleasantly slow days. I rode a motorbike. I munched on tea leaves. I walked over a river. I went to a cave. I discovered motorbike meditation. I did nothing.

Ingredients: 4 people, 1 motorbike, 3 bags of rice, a big helping of kindness. Let’s ripen it into a memory in the bright sunshine.

Everyday simplicity. The crushing weight of a prison. An evening with a Vietnamese family. Durian dessert. It was all about the same thing.

The not-so-tactically planned route, a deep cave, and weak engines made our last day exciting. However, the story didn’t end where I left off.