The trip through Vietnam had thus far taken us through Saigon, Dalat, and wound up between the Central Highlands with the Easy Riders. From the tranquility of the open road, we found ourselves once again on the tourist trail. After five days of seeing only my companions and the local people en route; the sheer amount of bodies, especially travelers, in Hoi An slapped me back into life. Those motorbikes, the Easy Riders, the open road, I could have continued like that for weeks, even months. Still, Hoi An was there to be explored, probed, and I felt guilty that my mind was not giving her the attention she deserved. Hoi An is a beautiful little port town, with low, traditional housing, and leafy lanes. Renowned for being a tailor’s town, no not a sailor’s town,
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