I know I’ve met fun people when they encourage me to do something about which my Mom would be horrified to hear. (Sorry Mom).I rolled into Hue, Vietnam after saying sorrowful goodbyes to the lovely Hoi An. Within the first half hour I arranged a company of avid explorers seeking to subvert the world of tour guides and orthodoxy to discover Vietnam’s road-less-traveled.We were an American (yours truly), an Australian (RJ), a Canadian (Maddy), and a German (Steffi). Backpacking often makes for eclectic traveling entourages.
Within twelve hours we were chugging down miracle coffees on a 5:00 AM train to some town supposedly close to where we actually needed to go. We showed our tickets to everyone on board, hoping that someone would tell us when we reached our stop. It worked.
Walking out of the train station, we were ambushed. Toothpicks flew and hands waved with raised voices as a clamor of eager taxi drivers in dress shirts shoved each other aside, attempting to be the first groveling at our feet. By groveling, I mean negotiating, against the masses, an absurdly expensive price to a slightly lower absurdly expensive price.
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