Asia, Travel, Vietnam

Vietnam | Mornings and Mornings After

Vietnam is the kind of romance that just happens; one that no one remembers a specific date for; the kind that lingers longer than initially expected; and if you are as (un)fortunate as I have been on this trip, Vietnam is a ride that leaves battle scars— on both knees and elsewhere.

I write this on the flight out of Saigon, before the revelry escapes my recollection. I doubt if any of my future trips, or my next stop on this holiday for that matter, will ever eclipse Nam. But I am no stranger to how the human heart blurs remembrance, diffusing the tangible into sighs, scents and a faint sense of sobriety.

So I write this, today.