An hour of sand dunes

It didn’t matter in the end that I missed the sand dunes because for the first hour on a bus heading north from Mui Ne to Ninh Chu, I saw nothing but sand dunes. They hugged both sides of the road while not far off, the ocean glistened.

Rocky hills heading towards Ninh Chu

This was the most picturesque journey I’d taken in Vietnam so far because once the sand hills were behind us, hills covered with boulders like spotted eggs hemmed the highway.

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