Notes from the Backpacker Trail -- Dalat
After Nha Trang, our next stop was Dalat, in the central highlands, home to ethnic-minority Montagnards
We rode a stylin' tourist bus to get there. Some of our fellow travelers seemed to adopt a serious outlook on the ride, possibly due to the driver constantly passing other vehicles in the mountains on blind corners.
Nadia and I didn't see the point in worrying about it, though. Such are the rigors of third world travel.
We had 'Nam travel down to a science by now. We found a nice little hotel with private bath and breakfast for U.S. $7 a night,...
... We sat down in a charming outdoor cafe for food and drink,...
... and set out to see the sights. The French influence is seen here in Dalat's own version of the Eiffel Tower.
Dalat is a big draw for Vietnamese tourists and has lots of big roads. Nadia and I, though, were drawn to the narrow paths.
Nadia always wants to see what's around the next bend.
My young wife is a strong walker and apparently can keep going all day without stopping for food or drink.
She stops occasionally, though, so I can restore myself. Here I take a break in the Dalat Flower Gardens.
On the way back to our hotel, we saw a mass exodus of students heading into town from the University of Dalat.
In the evening we walked the few blocks from our hotel over to the University, a leading educational center of Vietnam.
They were getting the outdoor amphitheater ready for the next evenings concert with Saigon's most popular singer, Cam Ly.
The next night we went back for the free show.
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