On a hike to Cam Thanh, drying palm fronds lay either side of the road to be woven into a roof or circular boat. Alleyways led to the water’s edge where fishing boats lay idle. The landscape reminded me of Kerala as I approached Nypa Wetlands. Only the sound of a rooster’s crow broke the silence.
When I returned to Hoi An after the nearly ten kilometre circular hike, I realised what a good idea it had been to get away from the town. Rows of huge buses lined the roadside. Hoards of people roamed the waterside. It was as if every man and his dog had come to Hoi An for News Year’s Day. Luckily, I’d missed the circus.