It takes a while and a few sweaty climbs past some trees until I find the spot. What these trees feed on is a mystery to me. All around there is only sand. That's it, that's the place, all around there is only sand, in all shades of yellow, ocher yellow, mustard yellow, cinnamon yellow, then again in the glow...
Mui Ne - The Melancholy of disappearing
A day off, a day so to speak like a gap for which nothing has to be planned, nothing reserved, nothing has to be done, nothing has to be thought about, just pure being. Probably hard to bear, but let's see what these empty 24 hours bring us. Chatter Should we start with breakfast? Not a bad idea, because what could be more sublime...
Hoi An - Mui Ne: An unlikely Pilgrimage
Once again the train sets off, jerking, jerking, bumping and stomping as always, and with a final groaning protest it finally picks up speed. It seems as if this departure would be the last thing he would want to do, but he moves forward - reluctantly - slowly and steadily, towards the south, Nha Trang, the...