Lost in a Vietnamese Fishing Village [Reblog]

“Be lost. Feel helpless. I tore away the masks I wore, walked out of the shell that I hid within: connect with the very place, persons, situation right in front of your very eyes, with no preconception, no past, no future what-so ever. Just be.”

My favorite part of the entire post! I hope you enjoy as much as I did!

Traveling Salesgirl

I was lost. That smile spells it all.


This picture was taken in an unknown location, probably a Vietnamese fishing village, 30 mins north of Nhatrang.

I was on a moped with Ade. We were riding along the winding path. With the summer, salty breeze blowing against our sun-kissed skin, we were completely immersed in the tropical beauty of green hills that rose and fell gently along the eastern coast of Vietnam. Lost track of time and destination, our moped’s engine came to a barking stop as it whooped out the very last gases from its exhaust suddenly. We ran out of gas in a middle of a fishing village, having not a single clue where we could get our gas topped up!

As we panicked and pushed the moped to the side of the road (which was silly really because this place was absolutely deserted), we were soon surrounded…

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