From earlier today during a short break at a café located on a corner of what must be the old town’s busiest intersection. As insipid as the lady that served me was, she nonetheless managed to serve me a heavenly brew of Vietnamese coffee. So there I sat, watching, sipping and relaxing as hundreds of honking scooters, mopeds and tiny trucks hurried to their destinations as if their lives depended on them getting there at almost any cost.
I’ve not been to a city, town or village in Asia that doesn’t have bustling traffic. Well, maybe that’s an exaggeration. Traffic in the old quarters of Luang Prabang – in northern Laos – weren’t nearly as busy as here. Then again, it’s been a few years since my last visit and chances are that things have changed there too.
We’ve finally found a place that we like. It’s on the outskirts of Hoi An among rice fields and not too far from a small river. The house is brand new but nicely designed and beautifully decorated. There’s a large terrace on the top floor and small pool in the backyard. Moving in on Sunday. Can’t wait. City life is taxing. Especially on the old lungs.