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A Postcard from Vietnam Part 3: Hoi An & Ho Chi Minh City

A Postcard from Vietnam Part 3: Hoi An & Ho Chi Minh City

It was the ride from Hue to Hoi An that was our most eventful journey yet. Actually, it pretty much sums up the entire reason I began recording our travels.

Because at the end of the day it’s not for social media and it’s not something ‘extracurricular’ to put on a CV and it’s certainly not because I have shed loads of fans out there hanging on my every word.

 It’s so that in 5, 10 or 50 years’ time, I can read back on my posts, having stumbled across them in some sort of e-clear out, and be transported back to that time when we almost broke down on an impossibly narrow and gut-wrenchingly steep mountain road.

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A Postcard from Vietnam Part 2: The Motorcycle Diaries

A Postcard from Vietnam Part 2: The Motorcycle Diaries

On our last day in Hanoi I did the one thing that I’d promised my poor mother that I wouldn’t do.

Helmets and ponchos at the ready, Tom and I jumped on the 100cc Honda Winn that we’d bought (that’s right, not rented, bought) and began our journey down Vietnam.

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A Postcard from Vietnam Part 1: Hanoi & Ha Long Bay

A Postcard from Vietnam Part 1: Hanoi & Ha Long Bay

We were very excited to finally arrive in Hanoi. Mostly because of how difficult it had been to even get there in the first place. All the seasoned backpackers that we’d chatted to throughout our time in Sri Lanka, Thailand and Laos had raved about how amazing Vietnam is. They’d sing the praises of everything from the scenery, to the street-food to the friendliness of the local people.

After our not-so-successful time in Luang Prabang, we really felt like Hanoi would be a turning point. The place where things would start getting better again. I was on the mend from my illness and we’d been told that Vietnam was a lot cheaper than Laos. Over halfway through our travels and funds had started to noticeably deplete.

It could have gone either way. Either our hopes were shooting up so high that we’d be bitterly disappointed, or our eagerness for a brilliant experience would become a self-fulfilling prophecy.

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