I originally wanted to make a DIY Hue guide but I realized I didn’t have enough information to write one. Haha. So I just decided to make this photo story! This is a collection of the pictures I took with my Sony a5000. And if you want to know why I chose to take the hard way going to Hue, you can read it here. Enjoy the pictures and hopefully you’ll get to visit Hue yourself someday ^^
Da Nang to Hue. 102 kilometers. 4 hours on scooter.
This is probably one of the craziest things I’ve ever done so far (if that even counts as crazy). I actually don’t do crazy very much. But when I do, I
try make sure it’s going to be a story worth telling when I get old.
I was both excited and nervous the day we (I was with two other beautiful ladies. They were riding together and I was riding my scooter on my own) left for this old Imperial City. Excited because I would be riding my motorbike on my own through Hai Van Pass. And nervous because I would be riding my motorbike on my own through Hai Van Pass (yep).
Hai Van Pass was definitely challenging for a newbie rider like me. It is approximately 21-kilometer long and probably took us around 45 minutes to reach the end. That’s pretty slow I know but read the first sentence of this paragraph. And with it’s sudden turns and blind curves (and our occasional stops because my right hand was begging me to rest), we just couldn’t ride as fast as we wanted. A lot of my Vietnamese friends were actually telling me to find a male friend who I could ride with because the pass would be too dangerous and the 102-kilometer distance from Da Nang to Hue would just be too far for me. Or that we should just take the train and do easy. That’s when I realized they missed the whole point of my going there with my scooter. I didn’t want to do easy. I wanted to do life. So like what I usually do when I’ve already made up my mind – I didn’t listen. We all know that’s not a very good advice but some things you just gotta do. And I’m so I glad I did.
“Do you have any regrets coming here to Việt Nam?”
I don’t know why but I get this question a lot. From friends in the Philippines, my family, and the people I’ve met here in Đà Nẵng. I was out with some friends enjoying milk tea last night when someone asked me this question again. And one more time, I searched myself.
“No.” Was my response last night and for all the other instances before that.
Others probably think that my previous job is more ideal than the one I have right now. But they couldn’t be more wrong. The thing is, life is more than the number written on your paycheck. So much more than the amount you have in your bank account. And way more than what other people think.
I’ve been through hell and high water coming here. I cried tears I wouldn’t have cried if I hadn’t left my comfort bubble in the Philippines. But you know what? I would’ve missed on a lot if I hadn’t taken that leap of faith. I wouldn’t have met all these amazing people who inspire and encourage me every single day if I hadn’t burst that bubble and taken a plunge into living and not just existing.
Something has been bugging me these past few days. It’s been keeping me awake until the wee hours of the morning and I couldn’t just put my finger on it. Or I probably already know what it is… I just keep on denying it.
If you’ve read my previous post, you’d know that I’ve been here in Vietnam for three months now. I’ve had lots of ups and downs, hits and misses, and I’m thankful for every one of them. Despite all the life drama, my heart is actually in a good place.
But as the Christmas season draws nearer and nearer, my heart is also becoming more and more restless. This is the first time I’m spending Christmas away from home. I honestly didn’t want to write about this. But I have to. Because I just need to acknowledge the fact that I’m missing home so much.
I miss mama and her constant reminders and sermons. I miss her food. I miss how she would nag me about cleaning my room and then just proceeds to cleaning it herself. I miss papa and our discussions about politics, entertainment, business and basically just about anything under the sun. I miss how supportive he is of my food experiments. I miss his childlike enthusiasm. I miss saying the words mama and papa. I miss cooking for them. I miss seeing them even though we don’t always see eye to eye on some things.
So far, these are the only greetings I actually know how to say and write. You’re probably wondering why I made Xin Chào as the title of my post. That’s because… *insert drum roll please* … I’m here in Vietnam! Yep! That’s right! I’ve actually been here for three months now 😀
I’m here in Da Nang specifically and life has been hectic since I came here. It is also here where I’ve faced some of the biggest challenges I’ve ever experienced in my entire 24 years of existence. But you know what? I love it. Challenges and all. I’m actually living the life. Not the one I’ve always wanted, but the one God wants me to have in this season.