The first day in Hue. I have already solved a mystery that has been with me for months. The rest will be told by this city.
310. | Rục Mòn cave – Fell but don’t die
It’s not the cave that matters. I thought the words spoken in the darkness of the cave were the treasure. But they only led me to what really mattered.
309. | Phong Nha
Dinner for the body and soul. It was easy to realize that every settlement is about the same thing. About the people.
308. | Curse or tax?
I don’t buy cheap headphones because I don’t like music. It’s because I love life. And sometimes life keeps a pair of headphones for itself.
306. | This sounds like a plan
I know what I want. Now they call it a plan. The path has become a little more specific. I like that too. As the lack of a plan.
305. | Ninh-Binh. Where else?
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.
304. | Motorcycle meditation. In the rain.
Everyday simplicity. The crushing weight of a prison. An evening with a Vietnamese family. Durian dessert. It was all about the same thing.
301. | A little story about a little something
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.
300. | On two wheels in Vietnam
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.
299. | My second Long Way
I thought I was going to rent a motorbike. In the end, I ended up being the protagonist of a Vietnamese trust experiment.