We spent a good week hanging out in the heat of Ho Chi Minh City and stuffing our faces with Banh Mi rolls. Frequent rainstorms would appear out of nowhere and the streets would be almost awash with water and spray from the motorbikes. Afterwards the air would be pumping with moisture and it felt like you were breathing steam.
It was time to move on again and we decided to head north to Dalat. Dalat was the summer playground for the French in the 1950’s and it offered a cooler and quieter location to spend New Year. Not wanting to waste time, we caught an internal flight from HCMC direct to Dalat.
