These pictures were hastily taken back in 2012 or 2013, in Vietnam, at the beach. I got my first sunburn after swimming in the wide sea, felt seasick on a tiny boat and felt embarrassed by the hundred pictures that my aunts made me take. Looking back at it, I’m glad they made me use my camera because my lazy ass would’ve cussed myself out afterward.
We ate eggs with salt and pepper at night by the sea and caught colds from having the AC on for too long. We filled bathtubs with the sand from between our toes and ran away when the cops shut down the street shops one evening. We went on a gondola to reach a water park on an island, where I thought we would succumb into the sea and drown, and soon I stood surrounded by strangers and my family shielding me with wide towels whilst I changed into my bikini in the middle of the water park.
I fell in love with all the places of this wonderful country that is my home away from home ever since we drove upon it after our road trip through mountains and rain forests. Upon arrival, this faint smell of sand and the beach awakened my sleepy self. I sat in the front of our caravan as we drove along the beach as mopeds and cars honked along.
We watched water shows, took on rainbow water slides, ate ice cream of which half of it fell on the ground, sat in loops along the running water along the edges of the water park. I forgot all about my mosquito bites.
The thing about traveling is the feeling you get in a certain place. And it doesn’t even matter where you are. That feeling follows you, along with every step. It’s like you take something, but you also leave bits of you back at that place. Even the sky looked different over there.