Vietnam~ Day 12- Wanderlusting on a Forgotten Coast

        Skys of pearl and cobalt are sagging above, brimming with rain, as I slip out of Hue on a small coastal road. Ennui and wanderlust had been brewing in the pit of my stomach since yesterday and this dirty, wet road can be the only remedy. If I stayed the rain wouldn't have stopped anyway. Clouds stretched endless on the horizon. No matter; I'm used to it by now and I swear I feel it getting warmer.
The road, morphing from the size of a back-alley to sometimes much less, cuts through small towns with large graveyards on one side and a dark, brooding bay one the other with a few fisherman still trying their luck. This gave way to more peculiar villages, nestled in the hooks and digs of of the coast, where I too became more peculiar.

The road eventually winds down into the coast, running parallel. I stop on a desolate, windblown beach and look out on the murky, barreling waves. Further up I can see the road run over a large bridge and then ascend to cling the coastal mountains choked with fog( pic above--looking back on that beach on my way up the mountain).

On the other side, past an old American bunker, everything is lit up with sunshine, sublime empty coast, villages and all. I forget about my camera and cruise to the beach.