Our last morning in Hoi An we booked a sunrise tour of My Son, an older and more tranquil version of Ankor Wat, except in Vietnam of course. We were picked up at 5am, very out of it with our lack of sleep the last week. I truly had no idea what to expect and could barely keep my eyes open. An hour later we arrive and head up a dirt path where our guide gives us some history. Down a longer dirt path and in the middle of what feels like the jungle, just on the horizon sits a crumbling temple, a collection of ruins. To describe it as magical does not do it justice, but I lack a better vocabulary when I am in awe. We are the only group there, as it is 6am, and after a bit of history with the guide we are left to ourselves to wander. Casey and I meander in silence, because there is not much to say when you are in the presence of such beauty and history. We took some time apart, I sat alone and did some much needed meditation. There was no sounds, just silence. Some birds chirping here and there. I don’t remember when I was alone in silence. Just incredible.
We make it back to our hostel in time to check out, so tired we can’t even think straight. The rest of the day is a blur of comfort food and attempting to site see. We board a sleeper bus at 6pm to nha trang, which was one of the more interesting experiences I have had. Thank god Casey took notes, which I will post next. Be prepared. We made it here alive so no one worry!
We arrived much earlier then expected at 5am. Of course I had taken sleeping pills to try and sleep, so was completely out of it. Was totally on the verge of meltdown sickness, unable to breathe through my nose. But we found our hostel and hung out in their common room until the sun rose, when of course it was beach time.
I am thankful to have no agenda for the next 3 days but can’t believe my time in Asia is almost over. But London’s calling, and man oh man am I ready to see Maddie and Jordan.
Keep the adventures coming!
