We came across a field littered with bunkers and trenches. We asked the local women if a war was fought here by pretending to shoot a gun. To this they responded with a verticle head nod.
A group of three boys saw us walking around the battle field. 5 minutes and 3 phone calls later, this was the group that showed up to watch us. Strange to think that on this exact field we could have had a much different interaction with them.
Buddhist pagoda.
Our friend who took us in for the afternoon.
I think they voted for Nader.
My bag, had to rock the flag.
And finally one goes down..
Rice field workers on the side of the road.
So true.
Shop window in Hoi An.
Massage. 20 minutes, $2.
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