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.
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