Cam Thanh Fishing Village

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.

Hoi An’s market

 

I stepped inside yet another yellow building where I’d never been amongst so many people.  Along with shoppers who were obviously buying for the following day’s Tet feast, I crawled at a snail’s pace.

A flower lover’s paradise

I never visited any city like Dalat before where flowers dominated every park, garden and even the divide down the middle of some roads.

Respite from the heat in Floral City

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.

Tet: Vietnamese New Year

In Dalat, shops and restaurants were decorated for Tet, which appeared identical to Chinese new year in Vancouver. Hoards of people hovered over flowers and potted plants while I anticipated more.