While we get on the night bus that will bring us to Hué I look at Jelen and tell her:
“I’m happy we are leaving Hanoi. I was craving a bit of peace.”
It wasn’t because of the insistence of the street vendors or the screams of the pseudo-backpackers that cross the world to get drunk in an hostel 24/7.
It was the traffic that exhausted me.
I had heard some horror stories about the traffic in Vietnam but I wasn’t prepared for it. I mean, I’ve spent the last two years and an half between Beijing and Shanghai.
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