Sandwich vendor at a religious festival
On the road for hours, blazing past farms and no name towns, until traffic stops and a gaggle of people are wandering through what I thought was a highway.
Thankful for respite from an unending, never changing horizon, I stop at what turns out to be a Buddhist festival full of welcoming locals from the small towns that dot each side of the road every few miles or so.
Another spectacular temple amongst towns that aren't on any maps
Arrived in Cua Lo in time to set my clothes out to dry and motor around town. The guide book has it pegged as a popular honeymoon destination... that also has a robust prostitution trade. Classy. Had a grilled fish on an empty stretch of beach and then some of the cheap rice liquor to knock me out before the 200 K trip tomorrow.
Rice fields on the outskirts of Cua Lo with a cemetery in the background |
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