其实这次出去也是真的仓促，确实需要反刍以下，要么光吃生的吃多了会反胃的，消化一下：

这次从Saigon吃起，还是用英语吧，俺的非中国同志要看。the bustling town is obviously booming, interspersed with some French food, imagine what an extravagance the magnificent French hotel is to Vietnamese, juxtaposed in grids of streets with nothing but humble motorbikes,

But apart from several colonial residues, it does not have much to offer. A night of reunification express delivered the journey to Danang, with its beach seamed with the prints of crab crawling , beauty would be an understatement. The aesthetic sank me in immensely. It is not a fantastic feeling of dreamy or surrealistic haunting (like the one received in Borneo with its blue skies and blue seas dotted with isles). It is actually making my memory traverse back 15 years, perceiving and recalling a child's discovery and exploration on the seashore in the tip of Liaoning penisular.

Then it is the quaint Hoi An, a world heritage site, and then another reunification express, which leads to a gorgeous train route from Danang to Hue (A national geographic must see), followed by a landscape of water buffalos taking their time in lush green fields with further backgrounds punctuated by hills in mist, under a sinking while still shining sun.

Reached Hanoi, took a rest, headed to Ha Long Bay, took pictures,

From afar,


It's near,


From inside of a cave,


And a girl selling fruits, pamelos!@

The way back, rain started,


Passed Hanoi, Langson, Ping Xiang, Nanning, en route to Guilin and Yang Shuo.
Ended with the Victoria Bay, a classic post card picture, upon which I　wondered the impermanence of life somehow.

From HCMC to HK, it is an analogy.

Saigon is the birth, hopeful, with some baggage of endowment, but generally impoverished.

Hoi An, is the child, tranquil though a little timid.

Danang, is the boy, driving a lively temperament, but absenting beautiful playfulness

Hanoi, is the high school youngster, striving and rebelling, in a bureaucratic mandarin microcosm.

Ha Long Bay, is the sophomore, free and easy, play with all resources, however, not resourcefully.

Shang Shuo, is the final year student, shaky, but withstood the rugged road paved by himself.

Guang Zhou, is the present, cosmopolitan but not transcendent.

Hong Kong, is the departure point, the future; what does the grandiose figure symbolize? How is the induction?