Langblang mountain and the story of scar #4
April 14th 2016 I'm up high in Da Lat, a city in the central highlands. A place of towering pines, cream French architecture with a dash of the fairytale; a city dot to dot of Banh mi and pho stalls, fresh mountain air; exquisite coffee dripping teasingly into your cup from its throne, and hilly roads jumbled by moped journeys.
After team 'nam departed, I'd been finding it a little strange. I had been chilling
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