(Note: The original post is written on my old blog on January 16th, https://summerlilybee.wordpress.com/2010/01/17/a-journey-to-the-past-saturns-day/)
Like it’s never enough, that morning we headed back to Hanoi, to catch up air plane to Ho Chi Minh. And another journey took place…
(Note: The original post is written on my old blog on January 16th, 2010 https://summerlilybee.wordpress.com/2010/01/17/a-journey-to-the-past-freyjas-day/)
I slept very well that night; the room wasn’t so cold compared to the outside temperature. And i woke up fresh in the morning, could not wait to try the breakfast menu.
The food was delicious, and they offered so many kinds of food. The breakfast was just the red-herring from my detained passion to lead the heart of this journey… Halong Bay (Even now when I say it, I can still feel a sweep of the strong wind, invites me to grasp the every hilly jade of the bay). Anyway, my buddy trip were waking up late, I had to go ahead to the meeting point first, avoiding the tour group leaving us behind. And It wasn’t too long till they caught us up.
(Note: The original post is written on my old blog on January 16th, 2010 https://summerlilybee.wordpress.com/2010/01/16/a-journey-to-the-past-wodens-day/)
The city seems to have the magic, I woke up in the morning couldn’t wait to have a trip around it. Not that I slept well, i got trembled and frozen, got prepackaged *very tight* on the blanked-and still got my hand slumped into my jacket number 2. I also wore jacket number 1 inside it ++double socks :( . Maybe that was another reason to be woken up. The only thing that helped me a lot was the hot shower water. It felt like all the “invisible” ice stuck inside my bones and flesh melting in *no exaggeration…
January 16, 2010(Note: The original post is written on my old blog on January 10th, 2010 https://summerlilybee.wordpress.com/2010/01/16/a-journey-to-the-past-tiws-day/)
It’s been so hard for me to write something. I had never succeeded, either not sufficient time, difficulties of putting the idea into words, or something that was half-done lost its soul and direction in the middle of nowhere. At that moment, I thought that a writer is a genius. Writing book, column or news is not an easy job. Putting and string up ideas, notion, illustration, occurrence in the precise word, to perform an interesting, smooth flow narration may need a profound thought. Which is somewhere helps us to understand the thinking process itself.
(Note: The original post is written on my old blog on January 16th, 2010 https://summerlilybee.wordpress.com/2010/01/16/a-journey-to-the-past-thors-day/ )
It was only late at night when we made a decision to go to the Catba Island using public transportation (instead of our hotel’s tour package). As advised by our bible, we can buy 1 ticket to the Catba Island which includes bus-boat-bus travel. At first I felt reluctant with the choice *please don’t blame me*. I imagined our-beloved-country public bus & boat. Not to mention unknown (I’m not talking about positive, surprising event) thing we might discover during the trip. Anyhow, that was the best choice we ever made. Thanks for Mr. S for his sturdy desire (perhaps he got that exploring & challenging sense from hours flying around the world) for making that happen. But yes, we asked several travel agents the possibility of using the public transport, before we were convinced about it.