A Two-Week Trip That Changed Everything
Jack's first flight to Hanoi — and why it became twenty.
Jack had never been to Southeast Asia. He booked a one-way flight to Hanoi on what he describes as "a particularly boring Tuesday", packed a bag that was far too heavy, and arrived with a phone full of conflicting information from forums and listicles that all said different things.
Two weeks became two months. Two months became a pattern. Every time he came home, something pulled him back — the chaos of the Old Quarter at night, the silence of a mountain fog in Sapa, the inexplicable satisfaction of a bowl of bún bò Huế eaten standing up by a roadside.
I kept scribbling things in a notebook — not for anyone else, just because I didn't want to forget. Looking back, that's probably when the blog started, even if I didn't know it yet.
