Hoi An. The mere mention of the name sends goosebumps to my sun drenched dry skin. My favorite place in Vietnam. Nestled in the center of this 'S' shaped beauty that I've called home for the last 5 years, Hoi An is my refuge from the manic metropolis of Saigon.

Maybe it was the season, or maybe it was because I had a warm hand to hold navigating its small winding corners, taking me deeper into its soul, more than its ancient wells could. But this time, I saw the streets as less crowded with tourists... the sunset, just a bit more magnificent... the air more fresh and cool... the white sands of Cua Dai softer and more playful.

This trip was... simply put the best holiday I've had. 'Till India that is.