And thus concludes the last of my travels. I heard horror stories about the overnight train and even still I took the longest stretch, 35 hours give or take, from Hanoi to Saigon. What could’ve been a 2 hour plane ride turned into a multi-day endeavour. Whatever, you only get to live once.
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I kinda did want to stay in Hanoi for a bit longer, mostly because I found a really cool café only a moments walk from my accommodation that I liked to go to at night, drink a latte and maybe eat a baked good while I pretend to draw and go on my phone.
I thought I got lucky and I would have the four-bed room all to myself but only after a few hours an older man probably older than my father but younger than my grandpa took the beds next to me. Then he offered me an orange and I found out we’re from the same province or at least my roots are. Maybe not so bad after all.
I’ll still be in Vietnam until April the 2nd so still a few more days to go and stave off the future.