Travelling solo once more with time ticking away I decided to skip the Mekong Delta and head to the hills. I wish I'd had time for both but alas this was not to be. Jumping on the early bus it was just me and the locals for the 6 1/2 hour drive. The bus pulled in at a local station and I spent a bit of time hiking up hills with my pack to search out a place. After finding a few full I found one that was completely empty as a tour group had left that day. I thought Dalat was going to be more chilled after the madness of HCMC but how wrong was I? The never ending drone of motos - hundreds of motos. Traffic aside Dalat is a pretty quiet place tourist wise - well us westerners, its huge with the locals. But the best thing about Dalat is the weather - deliciously cool compared to stifling heat of HCMC. I could walk all day and not be bathed in sweat. And walk I did. 7 kms around the currently drained lake taking detours to interesting looking buildings. I checked out the small train station that these days only does a tourist train to a small town down the line. But what a journey. Dalat grows much of Vietnam's fruit and veg and the train rattled past hundreds of greenhouses. Art
Sunday, March 14, 2010
A break in the weather in Dalat
Travelling solo once more with time ticking away I decided to skip the Mekong Delta and head to the hills. I wish I'd had time for both but alas this was not to be. Jumping on the early bus it was just me and the locals for the 6 1/2 hour drive. The bus pulled in at a local station and I spent a bit of time hiking up hills with my pack to search out a place. After finding a few full I found one that was completely empty as a tour group had left that day. I thought Dalat was going to be more chilled after the madness of HCMC but how wrong was I? The never ending drone of motos - hundreds of motos. Traffic aside Dalat is a pretty quiet place tourist wise - well us westerners, its huge with the locals. But the best thing about Dalat is the weather - deliciously cool compared to stifling heat of HCMC. I could walk all day and not be bathed in sweat. And walk I did. 7 kms around the currently drained lake taking detours to interesting looking buildings. I checked out the small train station that these days only does a tourist train to a small town down the line. But what a journey. Dalat grows much of Vietnam's fruit and veg and the train rattled past hundreds of greenhouses. Art
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