The overnight train put us somewhere north of Hue when we woke up.
Clankety-clank.
Taken from the train.
Climbing the mountain that divides Hue from Danang, and the North from the South (geographically speaking).
Our hotel. Welcome serenity after Hanoi and the train ride down here.
Lazy days...
Hoi An riverfront.
The famous Japanese Friendship Bridge, linking the old Chinese and Japanese sides of the canal.
Fujian Assembly Hall
Incense.
Salad.
Offerings.
What life might be like.
Courtyard.
On a courtyard wall.
Ceiling beams in a temple.
One entrance to the open market.
Walking away from the Japanese Friendship bridge.
A tourist-oriented restaurant.
Ferry dock at night.
“Fresh beer” (!)
Rush hour.
Early in the morning.
The Yaly tailoring syndicate.
The bike valet/bellman at our hotel.
This well is apparently hundreds of years old, and the only authentic source for making Hoi An's famous noodle dish.
A teacher beckoned me in, and I taught English for about half an hour.
Growing grass on the tables.
There's fish inside that folded up banana leaf.
My Son (“me sun”)
Some of the less intact ruins.
The ruins were really in the middle of the jungle.
From My Son, in a Danang museum.
A local roadside shop in Danang.
“Crystal clear waters and great for a swim.” Maybe some other time.
