I always loved candid photos on trips, much to many people's dismay :P

Vietnam is a beautiful country, but in my opinion not a nice place to be.
Days were spent very much sweating in the sun, or not, on very bumpy busrides (and at those times we really didnt mind the bumps)

Together with my family, and uncle + aunt + cousins who have been travelling companions since i was young, we conquered the airpolluted and densely populated Captial Of Vietnam, and a much better place to be, Dalat.

i will let the photos speak.





scooters there are more plentiful than the ants on my table. which is very bad, and they weave around in a complete chaotic manner. it took me, and us, a rather long time, and a great amount of courage to learn how to cross the roads.

the markets are so bad, that an hour there will make your head spin. i didnt have the guts to whip out my camera to bring you evidence, wait. i didnt even have guts to bring it there in the first place

but well, things turn a little better.












and so do the markets, to show how relieved i am, they are in full colour.






in this photo i have no idea if my aunt was doing a peace sign, or asking the woman to sell her the berries at Twenty Thousand Vietnam Dong.


and the annual Vegetable Festival even allowed us a glimpse of comical clumsy dancing fruits.




the cold weather in Dalat also gives us awesome opportunities to sit by roadsides in the night for some warm supper. they are one of the highlights because im quite a pig. (so is my family)


there was also a night we went out to a village of a minority race in Vietnam, to watch them dance to Country Pop songs.
sounds weird? yea, cultural erosion, or rather, an extreme scam.

occasionally bad weather + grumpy adults + hectic schedule + bumpy busrides make us extremely uncomfortable and unhappy.
and also, at times adults do adult things and neglect us, see.


Oh, but seriously. nothing beats, or brings down the teenage spirit.
We still have our little doses of fun and laughter.

like relieving our lost childhood by playing bumpercars and 100m rollercoasters that are so slow you dont need seatbelts.


playing on swings that are meant for couples to make out on.


and well, catching adults in weird positions and making up stories about them.

and in my case, which you really should not know:

checking out the Checkered-Shirt Boys from all around the world! (WHEE!)


this is, well. another form of eyecandy.

the trip is awesome with a bunch of talking stuff toys, books and pens, siblings and cousins, for company.


but i will forgo the Checkered-Shirt Boys and the horse for Singapore, seriously.
im reaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaalllyyy glad to be home.