π Poly-travel π« So we pitched a tent on the river bank in Hoi-An city and every evening we went out into town to play guitar and came back in the morning. I made a small altar nearby, like the locals do, with my favorite flower. So it was quite cozy there and usually there were fishermen near the tent and a few people playing football in the meadow nearby, but there were never any problems. But one day we came home in the morning and found that someone had been in our tent. All the things were turned over, as if someone was looking for something. But we couldnβt find what exactly was missing. After all, we always had the guitar, laptop, camera, documents and phones with us when we left, so the only thing left in the tent was clothes, which we didnβt really mind losing. But then I discovered that my manicure scissors were missing, and when we left the tent, we saw Miguel's boots, but I couldn't find my sneakers, instead I found small Vietnamese slippers. Apparently, the guys needed new sneakers for playing football. Miguel's sneakers were too big, so they took mine. But how sweet that he left his slippers in exchange for my sneakers, you can't even really call it theft and it evokes a sweet feeling rather than sadness. But we don't want to risk it anymore and we've already earned enough money with guitar to rent a hotel, so we'd better move to a safer place. And also I gave Miguel a teddy bear from Mr. Bean π
π Poly-travel π« These were three magical days, during the day we walked and in the evening we went to the fair and Miguel played the guitar earning some money. Likely it was a very touristy place so he managed to earn up to 50 dollars in an evening and as soon as the patrols came everyone scattered in different directions and then returned to their places again. And I was drawing with henna while, and after his work we went to local bars where there was always a free pool and because Miguel had dreadlocks, he was offered to sit at a table in front of the entrance to the reggae bar and, like a living advertisement like a dude with dreadlocks, drink for free. But also we were constantly treated by many peoples there. And every evening we met a bunch of tourists and new friends with whom we hung out at parties until 5 am every day. And returned to the tent on the river bank. Until someone climbed into our tent... π±
π Poly-travel π« We reached the most beautiful city in Vietnam in our opinion - Hα»i An. It is a small town on the river bank with a magical atmosphere.
π Poly-travel π« Frangipani - this is my favorite flower in the world, I fell in love with it when i saw it on the trees in Thailand for the first time and it's also smells so amazing
π Poly-travel π« Walking around the city, I noticed a Vietnamese shop with dresses that I really liked and the saleswoman offered me to try on the one I liked the most. After two months in the same T-shirts and living in a tent, putting on such a beautiful dress was like being in a Cinderella fairy tale and I immediately wanted to go to the ball. Tell me, does it suit me?
π Poly-travel π« Danang was another city on the seashore where we didn't find anything interesting, but I found something for myself... In the next post π
π Poly-travel π« We didn't like to stop in big cities, Nha Trang was like Miami standing on the seashore but we didn't even know what to do there, so we hurried to go further into the mountains, where nature, waterfalls and rivers were much more beautiful than the city. Constant Vietnamese typhoons and winds battered our bike and our windshields, so that the motorcycle began to resemble a tent after a hurricane more than a bike. But in the end, all roads lead to cities and by nightfall we reached the next city, Da Nang.
π Poly-travel π« The road was more and more beautiful, the clouds were floating on the mountains, and the mountains and hills were all green and the further we went to the coast, the smaller and smaller the mountains became, and then the hills turned into rice fields, and at night we were already in Vietnamese city Nha Trang
π Poly-travel π« Now we decided to go even further into the Vietnamese mountains, and the views became even more powerful. Constant rains make us to wrap ourselves in raincoats, but the weather could not spoil our motor trip, because it was so beautiful all around.
π Poly-travel π« But the most beautiful thing was outside the city. On the way out of Dalat there was a huge waterfall, we had never seen such a big one in our life, it was just amazing. But there were a lot of Vietnamese insects there, which touched all my legs, so I do not recommend watching the last photos if you are an arachnophobe πΆ
π Poly-travel π« Vietnamese Dalat turned out to be completely different from other Vietnam, everything here was in the colonial style of France, everywhere on the streets there was even a smell of baguettes and croissants. The whole city was very atmospheric and in the center of the city there was a very old railway station with ancient trains where we couldn't resist taking some weird photos there
