I became a black belt who left soldiers in a tight spot. Or something like that.
338. | Mũi Né and the goulash soup
Mũi Né was the last stop on my 1,800-kilometer journey through Vietnam. My heart is full of gratitude. Now I’m taking a little rest. Actively.
336. | Đà Lạt, where I was cold
Da Lat is a cold labyrinth. I also loved the fact that I was lost in it. And the connections it gave me along the way.
329. | Nha Trang
This city is nice, but there are too many people here. It was better outside the city. I’m tired today. And not from jumping on rocks.
327. | Attractions in Tuy Hòa
I always leave with much more than I arrived with. Tuy Hòa didn’t let me go empty-handed either. What if I can’t handle all the things I bring with me anymore?
325. | Tuy Hòa
Every closed hostel door opens a pub door. I remember reading this in a self-help book.
324. | Quy Nhơn
If everything had gone according to plan today, I wouldn’t have 14 mini dice. Today’s hike was just the way I like it.
323. | The control is the illusion
No control, no illusions, no tension. I am where I wanted to be, and the heavens intended that the bed I had imagined would be waiting at the end of the road.
322. | Hoi An
I didn’t get a pair for the third round, so I looked the clouds in the eye and thought that here and now there were neither questions nor answers for me.
319. | Da Nang
I don’t have to see everything. I don’t have to check everything. I just have to notice when, behind my own “no,” something says, very quietly: Of course. You do.