the art of getting lost
Thought I’d died and gone to heaven
I am back in Da Nang after almost a decade. The city still retains most of the quiet. Da Nang used to be a stopover for people heading to nearby Hoi An or other ancient towns but now it attracts tourists on its own. The Chinese tourist prefer the ocean side, the Koreans prefer the river. As for me, I was happy in the small lanes. People still sleep early. And everyone is a good boy or a good girl. No naughty people at all.
The ladies in traditional Vietnamese attire - the ao dai - reminded me of a souviner buying adventure back in 2001.
There is a new ao-dai themed Vietnamese movie this year.