Some countries have one particular color that shines for me.
Other countries are a kaleidoscope.
Surprisingly, Vietnam falls into that latter category. I say “surprisingly” because I imagined red communist flags would be the only burst of color on otherwise grease-blackened city streets. I imagined tangles of jungle green straight out of “Platoon.” I imagined row after row of matchbox-sized buildings that all look the same.
In some cases I was right.
In many cases, I was deliciously wrong. Vietnam was practically a Skittles package, spilling handfuls of color all around me.
Here’s proof.
- Scarves for sale in Hoi An.
- Home in Hue.
- Pho in Saigon.
- Boats in Hue.
- Bike helmets for sale at a market I don’t remember.
- Flowers in Hanoi.
- Hue street.
- Vendor in Ha Long Bay.
- Shops in Hanoi.
- Lanterns in Hoi An.
