I remembered waking up in a small tent which was nearly blown away the night before, in the middle of nowhere, on a big and windy day of Ta Nang. Other people was still sleeping in their tents. I couldn’t feel any better when I was in situations like this – tired after a long day of walking just to get up early in the middle of beautiful sun rise over layers and layers of great mountain afar. Vietnam is beautiful. Very.
I remember spending the whole day with my fucking heavy backpack, dirty trekking shoes, 2 bottles of water, and burning hot sun. I was crazily sweating and constantly telling myself to breathe, breathe and keep going to finally arrive and be emerged in mother nature.