If this blog were a movie, then the continuity would be a bit rubbish. After the frolics of Fashion Week and first instalment of Stockholm, this post goes back to sometime in July when I had to physically tear myself away from Hoi An and stop plotting to get the whole of this Pinterest board made. The next logical step on the traveller trail was Hue, a quieter place full of palaces, pagodas and history around every corner. After a short coach journey, we got back into our usual routine of intense one-day trips and quickly offloaded our stuff before heading to the main attraction, the Citadel. Although the area was heavily bombed during the war, the Imperial City still boasts striking architecture that remains charming and otherworldly in such a dishevelled state. You get a glimpse of what everything would have been like during the glory years of the early 19th century and hope that the restoration of the most damaged parts can uncover a new piece of the past.
Although the heat was unbearable, I still persevered and wandered through even the most deserted areas to capture every single detail. It's quite easy to get temple fatigue when you've been to The Grand Palace, Angkor Wat and any other random landmark you might stumble across, but when they're as intricate and colourful as this, then you might as well make the most of them.
Now a seasoned motorbike passenger, a tour around the countryside seemed positively second nature and I even braved taking a few pictures (none of them made it here, mind) whilst holding on with one hand. After passing through a few villages, we stopped off at a stall where some women were making the very souvenirs we were so used to seeing everywhere. It's easy to forget the human stories behind each crafted piece and I even had a go at making some incense, before failing miserably and just buying some for my Mum instead. Although I didn't want to be too laden down with stuff, I tried to buy something memorable in each place I visited and ended up bringing home a fan, typical traveller bracelets and a random piece of fabric that I still am not quite sure what to do with. Perhaps a skirt to remind me of this carefree time?
After a quick stop off in Dong Hoi for the breathtaking Paradise Cave, it was time for the last epic coach journey to Hanoi. Nine hours soon turned into sixteen after breaking down twice and I was worried that I'd never be reunited with my beloved wifi again!