I was up in Da Lat to witness their Hoa Festival, or Flower Festival. The place was packed to the brim as Vietnamese around the country and tourists alike thronged the usually sleepy town. Hotel rooms were fully booked but rooms were available in a flashy US75-a-night hotel made out of mostly pine and marble. Too bad the complimentary breakfast sucked like a US20-a-night hotel’s. But oh well.

I took on my Super Tourist mode again, donning my precious camera around my neck and visiting plenty of beautiful places in Da Lat, some conventional and some off the beaten track.

Among the places I went to was a minority village, where their art and practices amazingly seem very Native American. Did I mention that they can speak fluent French too?

I won’t indulge too much in my blabber this time, and I’ll let the photos speak for themselves. I’ll be flying to Da Nang tomorrow until the weekend. Yeah, remember that documentary? Anyway, photos from there and Da Lat will be put up soon after. I promise.