As the bus rallied uphill over a narrow, winding road, the temperature dropped to the low twenties and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I was in Dalat.
I took a stretch around Xuan Huong Lake at the centre of Dalat and while one establishment referred to the lake as blue, it was definitely green. There was no getting away from the traffic noise or the fact that Tet was only a couple of days away.
Pavements were lined with an array of colourful flowers for sale. It may have been mid-winter, but Dalat looked like spring. Parks were neatly swept; flowers were in bloom; and the Vietnamese were spending.