Hanoi’s infamous train street might be going away if a new municipal plan becomes a reality.

As Tuổi Trẻ reports, the Hanoi People’s Committee sent a directive earlier this month to the Ministry of Construction regarding a stretch of the national railway track passing through the city. Hanoi is seeking approval from the ministry to take over the infrastructure between Hanoi and Gia Lâm stations for a city project to renovate and upgrade the Old Quarter. 

The plan also includes a request to the Vietnam Railway Authority to modify future train trips across the capital to exclude the track between the two stations. Typically, trains going southwards from Gia Lâm Station traverse the Red River via the historic Long Biên Bridge, then stop at Long Biên Station right across the water, before passing by the Old Quarter on the way to Hanoi Station near the Temple of Literature.

The segment of track of this itinerary that runs along Phùng Hưng Street and crossing Trần Phú Street is globally famous as “Hanoi Train Street,” where the trains run very — some would say dangerously — close to nearby residences. Over time, Hanoians living along the track started opening trackside coffee shops and eateries to cater to tourists seeking the thrilling experience of having trains zip by the hem of their shirts.

Hanoi’s project will effectively put a stop to this daredevil tourism activity, as, while the track still exists, the trains would be gone. Under this plan, passenger trains from south of Hanoi will exit at Hanoi Station while those from north of the city will get off at Gia Lâm. The Hanoi Department of Construction is tasked with organizing shuttle services for passengers between the two stations.

The Long Biên Bridge with lanes for bikes and trains. Photo by Linh Phạm.

According to the Hanoi People’s Committee, the project aims to install new infrastructure to address many issues plaguing the city center, especially the Old Quarter, for years, such as congestion, urban disorder, pollution, and flooding. 

Besides, another key goal is preserving and cultivating the values of local heritage structures, including the Long Biên Bridge, which was built by the French in 1903. Hanoi is currently collaborating with the French Embassy to assess the bridge’s current conditions and devise appropriate ways to repair and maintain the century-old structure.

It is unclear at the time of writing if the planned train service cessation will be permanent or just temporary while renovation works take place. Nonetheless, the removal of Train Street might negatively impact Hanoi’s tourism in the short run while tourists look for other entertainment options. Since its appearance in the late 2010s, the attraction has remained incredibly popular, especially amongst international travelers, despite the perils it poses and much to the ire of local authorities, who even tried to shut it down in 2019.

Đăk Đrinh Lake lies in the northern reaches of Kon Tum, where the hills rise in slow, deliberate waves and the pace of life is set by the land. The Ca Dong ethnic communities remain here, maintaining their language, stilt houses, and routines that have shaped this corner of the highlands for generations.

Greenery surrounds the man-made lake.

I travelled here in May, during the Vietnam national holiday period, looking to escape the crowds elsewhere in the country. It was a time of transition into the wet season with greener hills, heavier air, and a chance to find some quiet among places where pleasures are simpler and days move more slowly.

The direct route round here will always be on the water.

In a town hanging in the hills along the lake's shoreline, one local homestay owner has taken it upon himself to build a small English-language school for children from surrounding hamlets. He funded it, stocked it, and continues to run it on his own — a quiet act of community care in a place where resources are limited and long daily walks to and from school are still common. Classes are held in town, with those staying at the homestay often volunteering their time to help teach basic English or contribute practical materials, bringing lessons to life in more informal and interactive ways.

The school, built carefully by hand, on the edge of town.

Around the lake, mornings begin with wooden boats cutting across the water, fishing nets thrown by hand. Fields on the slopes fill with families working through the heat in steady routines. Evenings settle slowly, with people taking to the lake to cool off, while thunder rumbles through the hills and fields begin to flicker with fireflies.

Children gather before an impromptu football where the photographer is happy to report that he lost, comfortably.

Have a look at more of the photos from the weekend below:

The owner of Đắk Đrinh Lodge in the school he built with his own hands.

Children of all ages are introduced to English

The best welcome to the village anyone could ask for.

Staggered rice paddies give way to the man-made lake.

Friendly locals always happy to greet new guests.

Late afternoon light settles on a stilt house veranda as the day begins to wind down.

An elder looks over the village while a dog lies close by.

Inside a house, the evening routine continues: cooking, sorting, and preparing for night.

An elderly woman sits quietly inside her stilt house while a child leans against her shoulder, a small moment of closeness framed by the interior of the home.

A stilt house set up for life here.

A stilt house amongst the golden rice fields, typical of the village.

A man sleeps in the open doorway of his stilt house.

Rounding up the local children before class starts.

A child practices the English alphabet during a community-run class, held in the village for children from surrounding hamlets.

Harvested fields are watched over by poncho scarecrows.

Distant agricultural fires burn long into the night.

A concrete road cuts through the hills, one of the few signs of recent change in an otherwise slow landscape.

Everything travels by boat here. To take the road is the long way round.

Banana trees at the lodge.

Houses dot the hillside, connected by a series of well-trodden pathways.

Đắk Đrinh Lake in full calm — mountains, cloud, and water holding the same color.

Late afternoon light settles over Đắk Đrinh Lake, where steep green hills fall quietly into the water below.

Between the pulse of Trần Phú and the hush of the ocean lies a place where the sea begins to feel like home.

A Morning that Belongs to You

Nha Trang greets the day with light that moves softly across the bay. From the balcony, you’ll see the horizon flicker from silver to blue while the city slowly wakes. Waves brush against the sand while the sound of scooters rises with the tide.

From here, the rhythm of the coast feels closer, more personal. Maybe this is because InterContinental Residences Nha Trang was never meant to be just another hotel, but a space to live in and inhabit. Its 113 residences, from compact studios to three-bedroom duplexes, open wide to sunlight and ocean air. Inside, everything feels considered: a kitchen where breakfast stretches into late morning, a living room that flows naturally into an ocean-view balcony, a sense of home that lingers in the small rituals of daily life.

For families, there’s space to breathe. Children can drift between the pool and the sofa, while their parents prepare dinner together as the last light fades over the water. For couples, it’s the quiet luxury of privacy: mornings with coffee on the balcony and evenings when fishing boats glow faintly in the distance. For long-stay travelers, it’s the rare ease of having all amenities like the washer and dryer within reach, yet never losing the warmth of being looked after.

Where the City Meets the Sea, and You Find Your Own Rhythm

Step outside and Trần Phú Boulevard stretches along one of the world’s most beautiful bays, a long, sunlit ribbon connecting the hum of the city with the calm of the sea. This is the pulse of Nha Trang, where the scent of grilled seafood mingles with salt air, where cafés spill onto sidewalks and island cruises depart just beyond the surf. From here, everything feels effortlessly close. Temples perched on quiet hillsides, the Po Nagar Towers, and the coastline curving endlessly toward the horizon are all within reach

Back inside, the pace shifts again. Guests of the Residences simultaneously enjoy the freedom of a private home and the elegance of InterContinental service. Some days are for indulgence: a breakfast at an open-air restaurant on the ground floor on the side of Trần Phú Boulevard, and an afternoon tea followed by a memorable dinner at a cozy lounge overlooking to the ocean, or a rejuvenating treatment scented with lemongrass and frangipani at the sister hotel’s spa right next to the residences. Other days, simplicity is enough: cooking your own meal, opening the balcony doors to the sound of the tide, and letting the sea fill the silence.

Everyone can find their own pace here at the Residences: families escaping for a month, travelers who unpack for a week and end up staying through the season, professionals who trade city noise for the rhythm of the waves.

Cam Ranh Airport is only forty minutes away, but once you arrive, that distance seems to stretch on. Time softens. The day slows into something gentler when it consists of a morning walk along the promenade, a coffee at the same corner café, and a quiet swim as dusk sets in.

In a city filled with hotels, InterContinental Residences Nha Trang stands apart not by grand gestures, but by quiet confidence. It doesn’t rush to impress. It invites you to stay, to settle in, while deliberate comforts reveal themselves over time. The sound of the coastal city life and the unspoken warmth of service combine to make each stay into something far more lasting than a getaway.

Between mountains and sea in Ninh Thuận, a few quiet days at Amanoi became something more enduring than a luxury escape. It became a reflection on transition, attention and the rare calm that remains long after the journey ends.

Amanoi, set between the rugged wilderness of Núi Chúa National Park and the still waters of Vĩnh Hy Bay, offers a place for self-discovery. I arrived during a moment of transition, having just closed one chapter and not yet stepped fully into the next. The weight of endings still lingered while the shape of beginnings remained unformed. In that in-between space, Amanoi received me with silence. And it was this silence, deep and unforced, that allowed me to breathe.

Spanning 90 hectares of untouched coastline and forest, Amanoi has always been known for its distinctiveness. Since opening in 2013, it has never sought to impress through spectacle. Its beauty lies in restraint. Pavilions, residences, and wellness villas do not dominate the landscape; they yield to it, quietly reminding guests how little we truly need when the essentials are already present: mountains, sea, sky.

I stayed in the resort’s newest crown jewel, the R8 Ocean Pool Residence, unveiled in June 2025. On paper, it reads as extravagant – three bedrooms set across separate pavilions, two infinity pools, one with a glass bottom suspended above the bay, a private spa villa, living and dining spaces, and a secluded stretch of beach. Two personal butlers are assigned to the residence around the clock. It is the most exclusive three-bedroom residence across Aman’s coastal resorts in Asia. Yet within its quiet architecture, nothing feels excessive. It feels simply natural. 

Days fell into a rhythm shaped by the land itself. Mornings began in motion, trekking up Goga Peak, a gentle rise that opens to sweeping views of Núi Chúa’s rugged contours and the pale blue expanse of Vĩnh Hy Bay below. The air was cool and lightly salted, so each step slowed my breath until walking itself became a form of meditation, an intentional way of arriving fully in the day.

By afternoon, my body seemed to understand it was time to soften. I drifted toward the spa, not for a treatment, but for its atmosphere. Hushed pathways, water resting in stone basins, the faint scent of herbs carried on warm air. Wellness at Amanoi exists as an invitation, rooted in Vietnamese healing philosophies and Aman’s holistic ethos, where balance is found through contrast, heat and cool, breath and pause, movement and rest.

Photo by Hương Thuỷ.

One morning unfolded even more quietly than the rest. My friend, Thuỷ, and I walked from our villa down to the private beach just beyond it. The sand was warm beneath our feet, the water impossibly clear. We settled into a cabana facing the open sea, books in hand, saying little. Time loosened its grip.

At some point, Thuỷ lifted her camera, not to interrupt, but to notice. She captured me standing barefoot on the sand, eyes closed, inattentive to everything except the sound of waves meeting shore. In that moment, we came to know each other through attention. Two women sharing a morning where nothing needed to be explained, only felt.

Another quiet encounter stayed with me just as deeply. I was invited to try crafting a traditional Bàu Trúc pottery flower vase, guided by a local artisan. There was no potter’s wheel or mechanical aid. Instead, my guide shaped the clay by slowly circling it, turning her body around the vessel as if in a gentle dance. Watching her work was both humbling and moving. I witnessed creation born from patience, skill, and muscle.

Photos by Jessi Pham.

This ancient craft which dates back a thousand years, and was once central to the Champa community, is now perilously close to extinction. Amanoi’s decision to collaborate with local artisans is not performative preservation, but quiet participation, as it creates opportunities for visitors to engage with living traditions while helping sustain livelihoods within the ethnic Cham community. Evenings developed through food, as gently as the days. One night, the villa became the setting for an intimate international barbecue, prepared exclusively for us. Under a soft wash of moonlight, premium cuts of beef, salmon, scallops, and seabass were grilled and served course by course. It was generous yet unshowy and emblematic of Amanoi’s philosophy that luxury, at its best, never raises its voice.

Service at R8 is where that philosophy revealed itself most clearly. The two butlers assigned to our residence understood the art of presence without intrusion. A glass of ginger tea appeared just as I stepped out of the shower room. A gentle note arrived at precisely the moment time had slipped my mind. One afternoon, a yoga mat was quietly placed on the terrace, as if they sensed what my body needed before I did. Even the complimentary catamaran journey tracing the outline of the bay felt less like an activity and more like a reminder of scale, how vast the world remains, even when we feel small within it.

People often describe Amanoi in superlatives. It isamong the most expensive resorts in Southeast Asia, consistently ranking near the top of Aman’s global satisfaction scores. To me, its grandeur is softer than those distinctions. It offered quiet companionship and space so I could gently release what had been, and stop reaching so anxiously toward what had yet to come.

I left Amanoi lighter than I arrived, not because the future had become clearer, but because silence had given me the strength to meet it with calm.

What lies between Đà Nẵng and Huế?

These two can’t-miss tourism destinations cater to a wide range of visitors thanks to their many cultural, natural, culinary and entertainment splendors. The roughly 90 kilometers between the two, however, is often considered merely a distance to traverse. Saigoneer discovered, however, that the area, with Lăng Cô as the general center, holds untold splendors that demand a visit.

Cause for Pause on the Ocean Cloud Pass

A mere 48 minutes after we exited Đà Nẵng's airport, we were in the clouds. Praised by international roadsters like Top Gear, the Hải Vân Pass provides stunning views of the city and its iconic bay nearly 500 meters below. You’ll certainly want to get out to snap a few photos, but you should plan to linger for a while to explore and reflect upon its centuries of strategic importance. 

Translating to “ocean cloud pass” in reference to the mist that frequently collects in the crux of the Trường Sơn Mountains, the Hải Vân Pass served as a national border numerous times. It represented the southernmost point of the Hán empire in the first century as well as the divide between the Đại Việt and Champa in the 14th Century. Significant battles were also waged there during the war of resistance against the French. 

Today, the Hải Vân Pass is a peaceful place to stretch one’s legs, take selfies, have some coffee and reflect on distant empires as presented in the reconstructed Hải Vân Gate originally built by Emperor Minh Mạng. Reading the information contained, it’s flabbergasting to imagine how this region could be traversed before piston and coal power, battery and GPS. 

The Hải Vân Pass also offers arguably the best train views in Vietnam. With windows looking out at the countryside, cliffs and coastline, unobstructed by highways or billboards, you can soak in the sheer immensity of the nation’s natural beauty. Moreover, a newly opened Heritage Car operated by Vietnam Railways Corporation on the Reunification Express Line accentuates the scenery with cultural warmth in the compartments. Traditional music and regional specialties like bánh ít transform the trip from simple transportation into a true journey. Designated as HD1/2 and HD3/4, the twice-daily trains are very much worth looking for and planning your travel around. 

The Town that Oysters Built

100 years ago, if anyone spoke of Lăng Cô, it was likely in relation to the Nguyễn dynasty. In 1919, Emperor Khải Định built a summer palace beside the calm bay swaddled between sloping mountains fifty-some kilometers south of the Imperial Palace in Huế. Reflective of a trait that’s been sadly abandoned by today’s world leaders, he admired poetry and expressed his appreciation, for the regions serenity in a poem written on the since-burned down summer palace, that reads in part: “Looking towards the mountain, one sees strange clouds rising from cliffs, like fairies dancing in the mountains; looking down at the water, the clear wind drives the waves like thousands of returning horses.”

Nowadays, if people stop in Lăng Cô, a town of about 12,000 people, it's often to enjoy fresh oysters at reasonable, countryside prices. While it is near the coast, the shellfish’s notoriety is thanks to rather recent ingenuity. A man born and raised in the town explained to us that about a decade ago, a resident noticed an oyster growing in the lagoon on a discarded tire. On a hunch, he proceeded to collect and sink a great number of old motorbike tires. A few years later, he had made a small fortune in oysters and also inspired many of his neighbors to do the same. While the town has since cleaned up the operations, banning the use of polluting trash, the industry has taken hold with more sustainable practices. 

Beyond the oysters, industry in the area is developing rapidly with government support. While driving around, we saw a number of materials factories that take advantage of the Chân Mây Port. There are even groves of trees planted specifically for harvesting to make high-quality paper for export. Amidst the rapid development, some rhythms remain the same, however, particularly before sunrise in the fishing villages. Making a stop to Cảnh Dương fishing village allowed us to observe how hard work can complement a carefree attitude as well as gracious invitations to watch the steady routines of casting nets, cleaning traps and drying fish in the sun.  

Temples, Endangered Primates, and Forgotten Villas

Venturing further north, we abandoned the paltry preoccupations of humanity: the lust for baubles and tawdry, transient praise. The bridge that crossed the reservoir to Trúc Lâm Bạch Mã monastery had washed away years ago, so we reached the Central region’s first place of Buddhist worship via boat. The simple motor’s putt-putt-putt gave way to temple bells as we arrived. Cloaked in serenity and the subtle scent of burning incense Trúc Lâm Bạch Mã is a functional monastery that attracts devotees who follow the Buddha’s teachings as supported by the offerings of people in the area. Free to walk the sprawling grounds and appreciate the peaceful atmosphere, it offers a nice respite on the drive and also a chance to assess the importance of our human actions and motivations. 

Such soul searching makes sight of an endangered species all the more profound. What value is the life of a single human, one of more than eight billion, when compared to a red-shanked douc langur, of which there are estimated to be fewer than 3,000 left in the wild? We were blessed to see an entire family of these incredibly calm primates on the steep road up the mountain in Bạch Mã National Park.

Even if you aren’t lucky enough to spot wildlife that includes red-shanked douc langur, oriental pheasants, and giant earthworms, Bạch Mã, one of Vietnam’s many slept-on national parks, provides a rare opportunity to commune with nature. Enormous trees covered in vines canopy the many paths that slither up and down the mountain. During the dry season, adventurous hikers wearing good shoes can travel along streams that eventually constitute the Perfume River. A series of impressive waterfalls cascade against granite rocks along the walk that occasionally requires hand ropes and leaping across stones. A particularly panoramic outlook reminds city dwellers of the natural grandeur that dwarfs our steel and concrete.

There is, however, beauty in construction within Bạch Mã. In response to the elevation’s cool climate, in the 1930s, the French established a retreat for their colonial officials. A total of 137 villas were built with infrastructure to support the vacation town, including a hospital, post office, market, swimming pool, and tennis courts. We were shocked by the immensity of a location that we’ve never heard of. You can explore many of the crumbling structures whose sturdy build and materials allow them surprising permanence. While having lunch in one particularly well-kept building, you can reflect on the exploitation and colonial abuse required to transport an entire village up the side of a mountain. A clearing at the park’s highest mountain peak provides historical information, including activities in the area during the American War, with an optimistic look towards enduring peace.  

Perhaps lush mountains with temperate air alongside rushing waterfalls with a dollop of historical misery isn’t your aesthetic, though. If you continue traveling north, you’ll reach Rú Chá forest right outside of Huế. We arrived at midday with the sun snarling down with ill intentions and thus didn’t stay too long, the entire time wishing we were those water buffalo wallowing in a mudpond. However, a dawn or dusk visit would be quite enjoyable. Quiet paths through mangroves, a small temple, and an observation tower would all allow one to slow their pace

Two Options to Best Savor the Region

By now, I hope you share our conclusion that the land between Đà Nẵng and Huế deserves your time and attention. But what is the best way? You could surely stop at some of the above locations while driving between the cities, as many do, or even as part of a longer road trip. But such a rushed itinerary would not do the region justice. We were thus quite thankful that our adventuring included a stay at Banyan Tree and Angsana just 20 minutes from Lăng Cô town. 

Angsana (left) and Banyan Tree (right).

Both Angsana, which caters to groups and family vacations, and Banyan Tree, which provides a more exclusive stay, of course, achieve the basics for serving as a homebase for exploration: clean, quiet, and comfortable rooms; pools, beach, and entertainment options; and delicious food that spans regions and atmospheres. The hotels can also arrange transportation, guides, and logistics, as well as forays into Đà Nẵng and Huế, and other sites, including Mỹ Sơn. Most importantly, however, is that they are actively working to preserve the region. Employing and uplifting local populations, they’ve been instrumental in providing financial and rhetorical resources to elevate the people, culture, and nature of the area so it can be cherished and protected. 

It’s difficult to recommend that any traveler completely skip Đà Nẵng and Huế, especially if they’ve never been before. However, I’ll be so bold as to say that if you do plan to travel to one, you must reserve ample time for Lăng Cô. Hike in Bạch Mã, take a few deep breaths at Trúc Lâm Bạch Mã, eat a plate of oysters in town after observing the fisherman at dawn, and then spend a night or three pampering yourself at Banyan Tree or Angsana. Doing so isn’t just a great vacation; it’s proof that sometimes overlooked destinations have the most to offer.

Hội An, one of Vietnam’s top domestic and international tourist destinations, is in danger of developing a negative reputation.

Visitors introduced by glamorous travel guide spreads and disingenuous social media posts can be disappointed when they reach a historic Old Town overrun with tourists, same-same souvenir shops hawking tawdry baubles, carnavelesque spinning basket boats aimed at rowdy backpackers, and overpriced meals whose recipes shirk traditional flavors for international taste buds. But there’s good news. If you’re willing to stray from overworn itineraries, Hội An boasts some beguiling creativity, history, natural splendor, serenity, and adventure.

Based on advice from numerous friends who live in Hội An and our many past travels to the historic trading port just south of Đà Nẵng, Saigoneer has compiled a selection of sights suitable for anyone who has already been to Hội An and thinks they’ve seen it all, or first-time visitors looking to uncover some hidden gems.

Creativity Abounds Alongside Tradition

A nondescript residential address at the outskirts of town provided Saigoneer with our most unexpected and splendidly surreal encounter in Hội An. Nguyễn Quốc Dân has built a cavernous warehouse complete with a skyroof for private rain showers to hold the vast collection of discarded trash that he transforms into works of art according to his philosophy of Tái Sinh-ism. An exceedingly generous and wise artist, if you get in touch beforehand to let him know you want to visit, he will be happy to show you around, potentially upending the way you view empty laundry containers, abandoned altars, bottle caps, and mannequins recovered from graveyards.

In contrast to Nguyễn Quốc Dân’s art workshop is An Nhàn - Exquisite Cultural Gallery & Coffee. Several years ago, its owner, Kiệt, quit his engineering job in Saigon to move back to his hometown and follow his passion for exploring, preserving, and sharing Vietnam’s ethnic minority cultures. He even relocated an entire stilt house, piece by piece, from the highlands and filled it with treasures from his travels. Clothing, kitchenware, jewelry, statues, masks, ceremonial items and decorations from the majority of the nation’s non-Kinh communities are preserved inside the wooden building. While the pieces are for sale, being guided through the collection and listening to the stories Kiệt shares feels more like visiting a museum curated by a passionate explorer than browsing a shop. The coffee is great also, and well worth a visit. 

Meanwhile, Taboo Bamboo Workshop just down the road adds whimsy and outrageous scale to the region’s traditional bamboo craftsmanship. An enormous wasp constructed over months entirely out of bamboo hangs above the workspace where you can learn to make quirky bamboo souvenirs alongside charmingly bizarre bamboo items such as a toilet paper holder featuring a frog riding a unicycle, clocks, and a deep-sea angler fish. 

Even more than bamboo, Hội An has a deep and enduring ceramics heritage that you can explore at the Thanh Hà Pottery Museum just outside of town. While a bit stuffy and surrounded by tourist traps not worth the parking fee or entrance ticket, the craft village’s contained museum provides a fascinating peek into the art form’s origin as well as some celebrated paintings, statues, and notable Cham landmarks miniatures that will transport you around the nation. 

A Cafe for Every Mood and Aesthetic

A seemingly endless variety of cafes provides a perfectly familiar balance to Hội An’s eccentric art and crafts spots. There are plenty of places that serve a great cup of coffee, tea, or juice, which allows you to select your morning or mid-day refueling venue based on cafe style. Several chill choices provide idyllic views over the postcard-worthy rice fields that stretch between the beach and the Old Town, including Xóm Chiêu Coffee. Similarly, a Hội An branch of Saigoneer favorite Slow Cafe is situated in the middle of calm vegetable gardens, complete with the occasional water buffalo in the distance.

Near Nguyễn Quốc Dân’s studio is Rainbow Art & Cafe, which seems to share a similar philosophy of re-use as evidenced by a seating made from a subway car and repurposed furniture amongst paintings by local artists. Its slapdash atmosphere of salvaged creativity is shared with the Reborn Alley, which contains a few thrift shops and a chill spot for drinks. Meanwhile, the city’s downtown has no shortage of great coffee with food fitting cosmopolitan preferences, such as Fika and The Inner Hoainian. Our favorite in that area, however, is the Reaching Out Teahouse, which employs and supports individuals with physical disabilities.

Finding a Place to Rest and Get Raucous

Hội An is also a great place for conventional vacation activities, including embracing energetic vibes and meeting interesting people. During the day, the stretch of sand along the beach invites sun bathers and windsurfers alike, while at night venues like Hít Hà Cafe and Eight Days a Week host live music to accompany cocktails and craft beer. The coolest nightlife spot we know of, however, is Chăm Chỉ Club. The carefree hippy vibes have attracted several Vietnamese to adopt it as an ad hoc art gallery, tattoo parlor, and graffiti training grounds in addition to a spot for live music accented by illicit smoke. 

None of these venues can match the energy of the Duy Hải seafood market at 5 am, however. As the boats arrive before dawn, the docks become a maelstrom of mackerel packing and squid sorting. As long as you stay respectfully out of the way of the people working, it's a great spot to witness local activity and entrepreneurship. 

The water also provides a perfect backdrop for some of our most relaxing hours in Hội An. Cẩm Nam Island is just across from Old Town, but seemingly ignored by most tourists and even locals. A few basic nhậu restaurants, such as Phố Sông Quán serve generous portions of classic drinking dishes accompanied by views of the sunset above downtown and boats carrying guests eager to release lanterns and snap selfies. We were astounded to find such simple, small-town vibes so near the throngs of tourists, but certainly glad we did to best savor a few cold beers in the cool breeze.

Elevating the Entire Experience at Renaissance Danang Hoi An Resort & Spa

No intriguing activity, beautiful view or cultural insight can be properly enjoyed if you are tired, sore, or hungry. Thankfully, Renaissance Danang Hoi An Resort & Spa provides an ideal home base for you to not just explore from, but also return to for refreshing amenities, comfortable rooms, and access to a spectacular private beach. A range of room types, including villas with private pools and beach views, make it a great selection for couples, families, and groups of travelers.

Renaissance Danang Hoi An Resort & Spa is located close to all the action while still offering some peaceful distance, so you feel completely isolated when you enter its tree-filled grounds. Behind the hotel and villas is an expansive private beach that invites swimming and some perfect photos, particularly as the fishing boats drop anchor just beyond the sandbar. You can take it all in while lounging at the infinity pool with a refreshing cocktail in hand, or inside while savoring a truly standout breakfast buffet (and trust us on that –  Saigoneer has plenty of experience to make that claim).

While adhering to Marriott’s renowned service standards, the hotel captures Hội An’s particular vibes and charms. For example, the city’s iconic lanterns hang in the hallway that leads to private spa rooms where local herbs and ingredients are used for treatments that restore your energy after a busy day exploring. Similarly, a bowl of cao lầu noodles in the hotel’s restaurant is an ideal way to enjoy the unique dish in a cool, quiet location. This combination of Hội An identity and international luxury makes Renaissance Danang Hoi An Resort & Spa a perfect partner for exploring Hội An’s overlooked and unexpected delights. If all of the above doesn’t sound like the Hội An you thought you knew, that’s exactly the point.

If one were to strike out west from Hanoi and follow the Red River for some 50 kilometers, there they will find Đường Lâm Village — a quintessence of rural Vietnam.

An old Catholic church in the distance.

Đường Lâm is home to green paddy fields, cobbled roads, and old ladies with betel-blackened smiles. Phùng Hưng and Ngô Quyền, two war heroes, were said to be born here — a story that is up for some debate — thus this place is also called “the land of two kings.”

In 2006, Đường Lâm was officially recognized as a national cultural and historical relic, the first village in Vietnam to receive such a title. Marcus Lacey, a photographer, knew of this village by chance through a passerby while Lacey was selling prints in Tây Hồ. “I went the very next day,” Lacey shares. “It is beautiful. I think it reminds me of my childhood because of the cobbled alleys and little courtyards.”

The villagers were very friendly; one man invited Lacey into his house for tea and was happy to be photographed, though he spoke no English. Lacey also found a well with crystal-clear water, next to which was a stone tablet with the inscription: “a heart pure as ice.”

If you haven’t been to this village yet, we hope these images below can inspire a visit, once it is safe to travel, of course.

Another day at the grind.

Historical artifacts and architectural features galore, even though they are worn by the elements.

A typical busy morning.

Cobbled streets and their pedestrians.

A crystal-clear, decades-old well.

Homes with traditional courtyard entrances.

Đường Lâm is among a few places in Vietnam where old ladies keep their dyed black teeth.

This article was originally published in 2021 on Urbanist Hanoi.

What’s new? What’s trendy? What haven’t I explored? Such questions often dictate our travel plans, but sometimes, we’d be better off asking the opposite: What’s old? What’s impervious to being in style? Where have I been before and loved? 

And thus, I returned, yet again, to Cát Tiên. The national park’s value is intrinsically linked to its age: to enter, I cross a river that has been hurtling ahead since the Ice Age. I walk beneath centuries-old tùng trees, their limbs sheltering primitive apes and old-world monkeys, on the way to a lake filled with reptiles that evolved millions of years ago. Within this alcove of the very old, I encounter familiar faces and retraced recent steps to savor one of the most overlooked escapes from Saigon. 

Cát Tiên takes on different personalities depending on the season. Visiting at the tail-end of the wet season introduced me to these magnificant mushrooms for the first time.

Saigoneer first wrote about a trip to the national park nearly eight years ago, and in the time since, I have visited on numerous occasions. Much to my satisfaction, very little has changed, though I’ve gained some tips and advice for how best to enjoy the roughly 710-square-kilometer park. Vietnam’s fourth-largest national park and the largest in the south, it’s integrated into the Đồng Nai Biosphere Reserve that extends across Đồng Nai and Lâm Đồng Provinces. Consisting of several types of forest and grasslands, the park is home to hundreds of endemic plants and animals, including many of Vietnam’s remaining wild elephants along with pangolins, sunbears, slow loris, gibbons, langur, mouse deer, muntjac, guar, civets, siamese crocodile, and hornbills. Cát Tiên once contained Vietnam’s final rhinoceros, as alluded to in the park’s unfortunate logo. Sadly, poachers killed the last one in 2001. Similarly, the forests once supported tigers and leopards, but those are most certainly extinct now. 

Try to look past the lingering despair of what was lost, however, and focus on what remains. While you won’t see all those precious creatures, such as the ever-elusive pangolin and the elephants roaming at the park’s distant edge, you are certain to witness a truly spectacular assemblage of Vietnam’s wildlife. Fresh air, the earthy odor of photosynthesis, skittering insects, rustling leaves, and a reminder that the world is so much greater than humanity: it’s what the soul needs. 

Easier to reach than expected, but not that easy

Much to my repeated shock and dismay, few people I know, including born-and-raised Saigoneers, have been to Cát Tiên. I chalk part of this up to poor national park marketing and also the assumption that it is difficult to reach. But it’s really not that tough to get to, and it makes for a perfect weekend trip. For this most recent excursion, I enlisted our former editor-in-chief, Mike, and we set out from the city early on a Saturday morning. While it’s possible to take a Đà Lạt-bound sleeper bus and disembark about 30 minutes from the park entrance and hail a xe ôm, for a little more money, you can hire a car service to bring you door to door. If it weren’t for an unfortunate flight tire, we would have made the trip in less than three hours. 

A certain romantic notion of adventuring accompanies a ferry ride into the park; for now.

Authorities are currently building a bridge across the Đồng Nai River, but for the time being, you will still need to buy tickets for a ferry to take you into the park. At VND80,000 a piece, this represented the first of many costs that would build up over the weekend. At around VND4.5 million a person, including food, lodging, and guide services, it’s not a cheap experience, but when considering that much of those funds go to maintaining and protecting the park and supporting its conservation efforts, it's an acceptable rate, particularly when compared to the restaurants, cafes, or stores otherwise angling for your duckets in the city.

A number of eco-lodges line the riverbank across from the entrance, while Cát Tiên itself also offers lodging that can be reserved via a quick Zalo message. I’ve stayed in both, and there is no great difference: the mosquito nets work just the same, and after a long day of hiking, any simple meal tastes delicious. Upon arriving, we quickly dropped off our things and prepared for an afternoon hike. For me, this meant rolling my wool socks over my pants cuffs. Mike didn’t think to bring long socks, and I will let you guess which of us acquired several leeches.

Crocodiles, butterflies, langurs and leeches

The path's in the park aren't challenging, but wear good shoes.

The trailhead to Crocodile Lake is approximately 10 kilometers from the park entrance, where the lodging and restaurants stand. We opted to take a car to save energy, though you could bicycle. On the way, we passed gaggles of cycling youths. Whether for university trips or simply small groups of friends, the park is popular amongst young people taking a day or two away from the city. With snack-filled plastic sacks dangling from their handlebars, they peddle between the many short paths off the main road that lead to various trees of particular note, water rapids, and other natural scenes of aesthetic significance. On a previous trip, I rented a bicycle with some friends and did the same. A highlight was being overtaken by a swarm of butterflies; gentle, colorful wingflaps in each direction as if a stained-glass window had been shattered apart by a whisper. 

But we were not here for butterflies; we wanted to see the Siamese crocodiles. As documented in channels like Sticky Discovery, the reintroduction program of the unique species has been a huge success. The giant reptiles float across Bàu Sấu like errant logs or lie on the banks sunning, their humongous jaws wide open to regulate heat. On the far side of the lake, a soaked swamp forest stretches with stands of trees attracting migratory birds. And far, far past that is where the elephants saunter. It’s possible to arrange a multi-day trek out that way and potentially see them in the wild, but doing so would require costs and planning beyond the spirit of this 36-hour excursion. Put that on the bucket list, along with a visit to the bear sanctuary in the park. 

The park has constructed a humble but charming structure beside Bàu Sấu. You can rest, sip a cold beverage, and spot crocodiles. The boat tours we wrote about have recently stopped operating for the sake of the reptile’s peace and comfort, which is just about the best explanation I’ve ever heard for any activity ceasing. The view is entrancing, particularly at dusk and dawn, and if you want to take it all in, you can stay at one of the rudimentary cabins built there. When I stayed there once, I awoke in the middle of the night to a horrific, shuddering tumble. The rangers surmised it was deer going to or from the lake for a drink before sunrise. Deer on the roof — what a place! 

Keep a safe distance from the cold-blooded creatures.

The 5-kilometer walk to and from the lake is quite easy thanks to a well-maintained and clearly marked pathway. My 73-year-old mother completed it earlier this year, even. Such stable ground is important because you’ll want to keep your eyes on the trees. If you hear a voluminous, crunchy crash and shudder above, it's likely a langur. Black-shanked douc langur, a critically endangered species that subsists entirely on leaves, lives in moderate-sized family groups in the canopy. Traveling by leaping from branch to branch, they make a lot of noise, which is at odds with their peaceful demeanor and gentle nature that contrasts with the pesky, pugnacious, miserable macaques in the park. Witnessing them nibble leaves, scamper across the limbs, and interact playfully with one another in their natural habitat is a rare gift that is surprisingly accessible with a bit of luck.

An estimated 500 black-shanked douc langur remain in the wild in Vietnam and we were blessed to see several families of them in the trees including this adult male.

Speaking of luck, we needed a bit of it to secure a phone signal to call back to the park office to send a car to pick us up. I’m not entirely sure what we would have done otherwise, which is worth noting for future visits. Thankfully, it arrived in time for us to get a quick dinner, shower and go to bed at a respectable hour because the most rewarding part of our visit was set to begin at 5am the next day. On a future trip, I’d like to stay a few nights so as to stay up late listening to the forest and walk with a flashlight, hoping to catch the reflective eyes of the many nocturnal species such as civets, jungle cats, porcupines and slow loris. A group of friends would probably enjoy late nights drinking beer and swapping stories as well in such a magnanimity-inducing setting. 

A bumpy ride back to the lodge.

When I die, play gibbon songs at my funeral

My favorite sound in the world is a gibbon’s call, and it might be yours too if you hear it in the middle of the forest while dawn light trickles through a thousand shades of green and brown above. Our guide, Khánh, was previously a ranger in the park, and his familiarity with the animals was evident when he cocked his head in response to a barely perceptible sound in the distance. It sent him quickly scampering across tree limbs and rocks as he frequently craned his face upwards. Gibbons occupy the highest trees in the forest, and although their songs echo with extravagant veracity, they move silently, swinging limb to limb. Because they sometimes refrain from vocalizing during the cold, rainy season, it was not guaranteed that we would spot them.

Filmed during one of Khánh's previous hikes. Video via Khánh's YouTube page.

But then the calls came: the female’s high and skittering trills that tapper into a clicking cadence followed by the male’s wooping response. Truly stranger than any Hollywood sound effect, hearing them is a quasi-religious experience. Once he located them, Khánh knew exactly where we should stand to have an unobstructed view of a family as it made its daily journey towards the forest’s interior, pausing to perform their duet as they moved. During the 90-minute walk, we were blessed with two different families, which is quite impressive considering each prefers a 50-kilometer range and their songs are a means of announcing their presence and securing their territory. 

Spending VND900,000 for the hike is my highest recommendation for any visit to Cát Tiên. Pack some smelling salts and an energy drink if you have trouble waking up to ensure you make the start time. And in addition to long socks and bug spray, bring a pair of binoculars if you have one. Your guide will generously lend you his or hers, but they are handy to have around your neck at all times so you can investigate flocks of birds in the distance, or spiders that happen to be spinning webs beside the path.

While the gibbons make being astounded easy, we should challenge ourselves to find splendor in every spider, centipede and leech. Binoculars make doing so easier.

If you don’t see a gibbon during your hike, you can still see the distinguished apes at the Đảo Tiên Endangered Primate Species Centre, which is very much worth a visit regardless. Located on an island in the Đồng Nai River near the park entrance, the UK-funded operation works with local and national authorities to rescue, rehabilitate, and release primates to their native habitats. Particularly focused on yellow-cheeked gibbons, black-shanked douc langur, and slow loris, they are a great example of the hard-working individuals needed to address environmental destruction as well as the importance of education efforts.

The island has both cage enclosures and semi-wild spaces surrounded by electric fences. Gibbons and langurs are both smart, emotionally complex creatures who require years of learning from parents and siblings to function normally in their primate societies. The animals at the center were often abducted as children and kept in miserable conditions surrounded by humans, and thus require extensive acclimation with their species before they can be reintroduced. Sometimes, the mental, emotional, and physical damage is so extensive that they will never be able to return to the wild. In this case, they will live the rest of their lives at the center, at least surrounded by other animals and under the careful watch of animal experts as opposed to a cage in some musty millionaire’s garish mansion. 

When they first arrive at the center, the gibbons must learn how to be gibbons with the help of fellow animals and are kept in these cages.

The Đảo Tiên Endangered Primate Species Centre does unquestionably good work, and the need for it is obvious. In a sign of their and the park’s success, the center is nearly at carrying capacity for the rescued animals, and the park itself is about full for gibbons. Any more rescues, of which there undoubtedly will be, is going to present a challenge. 

From an elevated platform, we watched this langur munching leaves peacefully in the rescue center's semi-wild area.

Ensuring that any illegally kept animals are given to the property authorities and people respect their natural homes involves education. If the forests and their inhabitants have any hope, the larger population beyond animal enthusiasts and nature lovers must value them for their intrinsic importance unrelated to human uses as food, pets, or medicine.  As poignantly observed by Cambridge researchers: “We love what we know…What is the extinction of the condor to a child who has never seen a wren?”

So, how do we ensure people know about Vietnam’s priceless nature and can thus love it? Individuals like Nguyễn Trần at Đảo Tiên are doing their part by speaking to visitors, sharing fascinating facts and information as well speaking to the dire situation for the nation’s wildlife. More than just a friendly guide with great English, Nguyễn provides inspiration. The Đà Lạt native moved to Saigon to study technology and worked in IT before becoming disenfranchised with the work grind, the city, the ruinous futility of civilization, and moved to the countryside and began leading private tours while establishing a self-sufficient garden and eco-friendly lifestyle. Two years ago, a spot opened up at the center, and he now leads tours five mornings a week. Chatting with him while Saigon’s snarling clogs of commercial pursuits and full-throated announcements of self-importance provides a beautiful reminder that alternative ways to live exist for us all. 

Nguyễn Trần poses in front of the gibbon cages.

Our visit to Đảo Tiên over, it was time to leave, for now. I trust that the next time I return, the gibbons will still be singing, the crocodiles sunbathing, the dipterocarp raising branches in ecstatic worship of the sun, and the leeches twirling their unquenchable thirst in the underbrush. Threats to this exist. Whenever a new hydroelectric dam plan, mining operation, airport road or highway expansion is announced, we must consider if it is at the expensive of this ecosystem that once we lose, we can never get back. And in the meantime, if you are feeling burned out or exhausted, pained by the intermittent piercing of a cavity developing in your soul, go to Cát Tiên. Go! 

Leaving the park by ferry, we pass the under-construction bridge that will soon usher in visitors.

Travel site Booking.com dubbed Mũi Né “one of 2026’s trending travel spots,” reflective of the international attention and domestic emphasis the beach city is currently receiving.

According to Booking, 29,733 individuals across 33 countries and territories were polled about their travel plans for the next 24 months to compile the site's 2026 travel predictions in a recently published article. The piece claims that Mũi Né “offers scenic backdrops, beachy charm, and golden sands” ideal for visiting with a new romantic partner. The other locations in the list are Manaus (Brazil), Sal (Cape Verde), Münster (Germany), Port Douglas (Australia), Guangzhou (China), Philadelphia (US), Bilbao (Spain), Barranquilla (Colombia), and Kochi (India).

Other international publications are also taking notice of the Bình Thuận beach town, including National Geographic, which called it a “Southeast Asian watersports hotspot” this past June. Praising its balance of iconic Vietnamese images, such as coracle boats and fishing villages, with an increase in luxury resorts, the article makes a welcome reference to the region's traditions of whale worship. Along with Travel and Tour World, it explained how steady winds, consistent waves, and a dry climate make it an ideal destination for windsurfing, kitesurfing, SUP, paragliding, parasailing, and other water sports.

Domestic media have been eager to share the global coverage with VietnamNet adding that Mũi Né has already hosted numerous international water sports competitions, including the Professional Windsurfers Association (PWA)'s Windsurfing World Cup Tournament.

Local and national authorities are making various efforts to enhance Mũi Né's domestic and international tourism offerings in concert with this expanding reputation. In addition to improved resource management and efficiencies expected from the national province restructuring, a recently approved master planning scheme for the Mũi Né National Tourist Area promises broad development of infrastructure, green space, and unique product development for 1,773 hectares of land designated for tourism by 2030 and 2,884 hectares by 2040.

According to VnExpress, the development in this officially sanctioned tourist area will “strike a balance between tourism expansion and urban growth, with a focus on beach resorts, water sports, and tourism linked to the iconic sand dunes. The plan also emphasizes preserving Chăm culture, coastal community traditions, and local festivals.” The widening of  National Route 28B, connecting Mũi Né to Đà Lạt, is expected to further fuel tourism efforts when completed by the end of this year. 

Amidst all the optimism, there are causes for concern, however. An August article reported on coastal erosion caused by high tides and development as well as the unattractive makeshift barricades being constructed by local businesses in response. Meanwhile, real estate development has been blamed for sand floods in the city. 

Photo via Envato.

What does luxury travel mean? The center of countless hospitality conference panels, LinkedIn posts, and marketing pitch decks, this question will elicit different answers depending on who is asked. Exclusivity, indulgent comforts, unique experiences, and dedicated service surely play a part, but a visit to Banyan Tree Lăng Cô, recent recipient of Two Michelin Keys,  reveals that no matter one’s definition, true luxury travel requires an emotional connection.

Banyan Tree Lăng Cô’s collection of private villas overlooks the golden sands of a pristine private beach halfway between Huế and Đà Nẵng. The resort’s name is deceptive, however, as it’s technically located in Cảnh Dương. Lăng Cô, the small town a few kilometers away, provides the name simply because more people are familiar with it. Now associated with delicious oysters enjoyed while traveling along the coast, in 1919, Emperor Khải Định built a summer palace there thanks to its extreme serenity. The residence, unfortunately, burned down, but a remaining piece of it still contains his poem which concludes: “Looking towards the mountain, one sees strange clouds rising from cliffs, like fairies dancing in the mountains; looking down at the water, the clear wind drives the waves like thousands of returning horses. Only then does one stop the carriage and look around, blissfully look around, the fresh air, the gentle wind, the cheerful scenery, the beautiful things. After a long time spent admiring, one suddenly feels cool all over, the heat disappears, the heart feels joyful, and the scene stirs emotions.”

When gazing across the clear waters, blessed by a breeze hushed in from the nearby forests, the magical imagery of his lines makes perfect sense. 

Before Banyan Tree Lăng Cô opened 12 years ago, there wasn’t a reasonable way to reach it. The Banyan Tree Group’s decision to enter Vietnam necessitated the construction of the area’s first main road. This road, along with the resort itself, transformed life in the surrounding villages. New education and employment opportunities are now possible, so children can dream of futures that don’t involve fish nets and rice fields. Supply chains, connected economies, and infrastructure connect locals with the outside world. The drongos, bee-eaters, and sunbirds that flitter in the mountain trees inspire people from around the globe, while a sense of pride flourishes among the families that call the area home.

Design Inspired by Vietnam

This impact on the surrounding community is not the first thing you will notice when arriving at the resort, however. Rather, your eyes will be drawn to its sheer beauty and meticulous design. Majestic, forest-covered mountains tumble gracefully towards a picturesque blue sea. Scattered like precious seeds, the resort’s villas rest in this space where cliff meets coast. 

Large metallic lotus leaves and flowers greet you at the resort's entrance, with lotus blossoms gracing the handrails of the imposing entrance steps that usher you inside. It’s a fitting introduction to a motif that weaves itself through the entirety of your stay. Lotus appear in lacquer paintings in each room, lotus leaves wrap local dishes in the restaurants, and the spa uses lotus-scented Clarity oil, lotus flower baths, and lotus seeds. The resort draws from a wide array of historical elements to create its elegant aesthetic, including the large ceramic urns once used for storing rice, placed prominently on shelves in Thu Quan lounge. Meanwhile, the square and circular centers of ancient coins appear in light fixtures, windows, and wall accents.

The Lagoon Pool Villas exemplify how design creates a holistic experience that is inspired by, but not limited to, Vietnamese culture and style. Each private space is fully surrounded by vegetation with a pool overlooking a calm lotus pond. The open terrace with garden reminds one of a cozy Vietnamese home where adults lounge on backyard furniture as children run and play in the grass. While the high ceilings with slow-looping bamboo fans and wooden furniture maintain local aesthetics, the enormous windows that fill the rooms with light and fresh air noticeably do not. Guests can therefore appreciate the Vietnamese elements, whether they are sources of nostalgia or novelty, while still soaking up the full possibilities of premier, global quality. 

The Importance of Expertise

Adherence to local knowledge rests at the core of Banyan Tree Lăng Cô’s culinary offerings as well. The resort’s Vietnamese restaurant is unsurprisingly led by a Vietnamese head-chef, and áo dài-clad servers bring dishes that are faithful to Central cooking with some elevated details, such as bánh bèo served in oyster shells. An understanding that locals know best extends to Azura, a Mediterranean restaurant helmed by an Italian chef, and Saffron, the premier Thai restaurant, which is top-rated by the ThaiSelect Program for authenticity. 

A determined belief that expertise underpins luxury informs Banyan Tree Lăng Cô’s wellness services. All therapists at the spa graduate from the Banyan Spa & Wellbeing Academy, meaning they’ve had 650 hours of training before they see a single guest. They supplement this mastery with uniquely local ingredients, including lotus seeds, sugar, and red beans for their signature treatment. The standalone spa treatment villas embody the resort’s commitment to profound privacy that is also found in the Beachfront Villas, which make use of thoughtfully arranged hills and vegetation in such a way as to not be visible by any other guests while still offering unobstructed views of the ocean. Meanwhile, the Hill Pool Villas provide stunning overlooks of the sunrise over the ocean, complemented by fishing boats. 

The Power of Pride

The spa therapists, wait staff, reception team, and buggy drivers you meet at Banyan Tree Lăng Cô will be kind and helpful because they’ve been well-trained, but it's deeper than that. More than 90% of the resort’s employees are from the surrounding small villages, and the resort’s existence has provided their families with opportunities while ushering in positive, community-wide changes that they are proud to be contributing to. Whether these employees are introducing foreigners to Vietnamese culture or sharing the standards the nation’s hospitality industry can reach with a fellow-Vietnamese, there is an overwhelming sense of pride that fills the resort. Banyan Tree professes to open resorts in places with a reason that is more than making a profit. This sense of purpose is most obvious when observing staff members smiling and laughing amongst themselves as they wait for you to get in the buggy, or when a server shares an off-menu coffee drink simply because it is her favorite and she is excited to share it with as many people as she can. Being around people who are not just happy to have their jobs but proud of what the company represents is truly a luxury. 

Of course, being proud of something necessitates treating it well. Banyan Tree Lăng Cô is committed to preserving the area and the unique nature and traditions that make it so noteworthy in the first place. This is achieved via small but meaningful details, such as Banyan Tree Gallery’s sale of Bao La products, which helps preserve a community’s centuries-old tradition of bamboo knitting and items produced by the Tòhe social enterprise, with 100% of profits supporting underprivileged local individuals. Significantly, the Stay of Good program involves visits to the local fishing village to support children learning English and the elderly in need of care and attention. 

Participants in the English for Fun activity. Photo courtesy of Banyan Tree Lăng Cô.

No one wants to feel guilty after a vacation, to think our presence came at an intrinsic cost to the surrounding communities and ecosystems we enjoyed. We want to believe that by visiting, we not only embraced the area’s unique natural beauty and cultural heritage, but in doing so, helped ensure that its special charms will remain relatively the same for decades to come. Banyan Tree Lăng Cô makes this possible. 

I recently took a trip to Vũng Tàu after a long summer of cultural research, which had me traveling up and down Vietnam. It had been seven years since I’d been back to the homeland, and 19 since I’d last seen the beaches of Vũng Tàu, when I was only 16. It felt like returning to a high school crush, and it made me think of the words of Trần Thiện Thanh, who once wrote, “Nhớ lúc xa xưa mười sáu trăng tròn…” I won’t say I wasn’t looking for something familiar, poetic, and possibly even as sappy.

In some way, I was just looking to check in and take in as many of the sights as possible, but I also wanted to reconnect with a place from my teenage years.

The coastline in 1970. Photo by Barry Connors.

Going to Vũng Tàu felt like easing back into a friendship from youth, when sunburns and salted skin were prerequisites to self-discovery. I was chasing what so many seek when they make that two- or three-hour journey from Saigon: the gentle caress of the sea air, wading in warm waters, and grilled seafood among good company. It was a quick four-day escape. In the back of my mind lingered writing projects that needed attention, in what was an otherwise never-ending summer. There were a few things I craved: bánh khọt, ốc hấp sả, and a bánh bao by the beach. You can find them in Saigon, of course, but this wasn’t Saigon. This was Vũng Tàu, and here even cravings taste different, seasoned by a place seemingly unchanged.

From a tiny fishing village to an industrial hub

Vũng Tàu's history, like its flavors, lingers. Once a fishing ground for Chăm and later Kinh peoples, the coastline was notorious in the late 18^th century for piracy, until Nguyễn forces expelled them. Once pacified, the court renamed the area Tam Thắng (“Three Victories”) and encouraged settlement. As elsewhere in the south, Chinese (người Hoa) migrants, particularly Cantonese and Hainanese, arrived as traders and artisans, weaving their livelihoods into the fabric of local commerce.

Bãi Trước in the early 20^th century. Photo via Báo Bà Rịa-Vũng Tàu.

For most of this early history, the town’s population lived off fishing and farming. But the outpost quickly turned into a French port and a place of immigration, with Vietnamese Christians arriving from the north. In 1929, the now-baptized Cap Saint Jacques, became a province; and, in 1934, a proper city.

After the Geneva Accords in 1954, waves of northern Vietnamese, many of whom were Catholic, resettled in southern provinces, including Vũng Tàu. At this point, the city also became a hub for the Republic of Vietnam Navy and oil-related industries, drawing internal migrants, and served as a crucial logistical and air base for allied western forces. It was also a quick getaway for Vietnamese and American GIs, as well as locals, seeking the ocean breeze.

After 1975, the city’s gaze shifted out to sea. Petrovietnam made its home here, and in 1981, the joint venture Vietsovpetro brought in thousands of Soviet engineers, Russian and Ukrainian families who built rigs and drilling platforms that glimmered on the horizon like floating cities. Their presence left its mark in apartment blocks, in vodka sold alongside local beer, and in what locals still call the “Russian village.” A Soviet past folded into a Vietnamese beach town, layered over centuries of arrivals and departures, entrances and escapes.

A busy market in Vũng Tàu, 1970. Photo by Barry Connor.

What beauty and wonder there is in being this paradox: a place that is both entrance and escape. Once a port of leisure and wartime retreat, and later a point of departure across the sea for those in search of another life, Vũng Tàu remains open-ended, its shoreline always facing elsewhere. 

And yet, for all this history, the city still feels like a small beach town. The 32-meter-high Jesus statue on Núi Nhỏ, arms wide open, makes it Vietnam’s own Rio de Janeiro. But unlike more international hubs like Đà Nẵng, the fabric of Vũng Tàu has remained largely intact. Luxury hotels exist, yes, but the town’s rhythm, the slow, unhurried pulse of a seaside community, still holds its ground.

A city clinging to contradictions

Beginning in the late 1990s, Đà Nẵng, which at the time was still a sleepy beach city, pursued a grand project of reinvention and modernization, fueled in part by World Bank support. The city recast itself as a hub for tourism, trade, logistics, tech outsourcing, education, and manufacturing. Its ambitions to become another Miami or Barcelona are plain to anyone who visits: the deep-sea ports, the gleaming international airport, the wide boulevards all signal a city with its eyes fixed firmly on the future.

A fishery on the outskirts of Vũng Tàu, 1960s. Photo by Terry Maher.

Vũng Tàu, by contrast, seems uninterested in such reinvention. It clings to its contradictions — industrial yet intimate, layered with history yet resistant to an expected pageantry. And I admit, without shame, that I prefer it this way. Like a one-time lover unwilling to change for anyone, I envy its ability to stay firm in its vision.

Each year, Vũng Tàu receives upwards of 6 million visitors, but very few are international. Only around three million stay overnight. A handful are foreigners venturing out from Saigon, but the majority are domestic travelers from nearby provinces, especially the Mekong Delta.

A regional coach would be the most common way for residents of Saigon and the Mekong Delta to reach the city in the 1960s. Photo by Terry Maher.

This stands in stark contrast to Đà Nẵng, which attracted 10.9 million visitors in 2024, including 4.1 million international. Khánh Hòa Province, home to Nha Trang, welcomed 10.8 million, with 4.7 million international.

By these measures, Vũng Tàu, despite its crowds during high season, still feels like a vacation town for Vietnamese people. Its history plays into this. Though a naval hub and port, it was never developed into an international resort. Instead, it remained regional, tied to Saigonese and Delta memories of summer days by the sea.

A search for affection

I wasn’t sure what I expected from this return. Some 19 years had passed, and in a country so eager for its future, that span can feel like a lifetime. I wanted to understand what Vũng Tàu had become, the way one tries to meet an old friend, or a past crush, again, aware their life has carried on without you, but hoping to see them clearly in the present.

The older city center is on Bãi Trước (Front Beach), lying between Núi Lớn (Big Mountain) and Núi Nhỏ (Small Mountain). It was here the French built Villa Blanche (Bạch Dinh) between 1898 and 1902, as a retreat for colonial governors and Vietnamese royalty.

Bạch Dinh in the 1960s. Photo by Terry Maher.

But as much as I love history, that wasn’t where I stayed. I chose Bãi Sau (Back Beach), known for its leisure vibes, to find a little more isolation and focus on my writing. Though it was still calm, development was clearly underway, cranes and trucks reshaping the beachfront into another Instagrammable stretch. Even so, scattered across the map were heritage buildings, overgrown with vines and flowers, that felt as if time had stood still.

Only a week earlier I had gone to Hồ Tràm, and a few weeks before that to Mũi Né. While those towns are lovely and secluded, they feel more like exclusive resort enclaves. Vũng Tàu, by contrast, felt lived-in; its population denser, its economy more diverse.

By day, the harsh sun beams down, but shade is never hard to find. Phượng vĩ trees, or royal poincianas, line the streets alongside red powderpuff blossoms, striking against the washed-out pastels of schools and government buildings. One afternoon, I visited a book café to do some work. I sat near several locals, students (or so they seemed), hunched over homework while sipping matcha lattes. Outside, the sun poured over a plant-filled courtyard, leaves swaying gently back and forth. The day felt long, but I wasn’t complaining.

Vũng Tàu locals exercise in the morning in Bãi Sau. Photo by Khôi Phạm.

By evening, once the sun had softened to soft coral hues in the sky, and the fear of a laborer’s tan subsided, locals emerged to stroll along the beach. Children ran to and fro, drunk on their own laughter, carried by the miracle of these shores.

The following day I lounged at the northern end of Bãi Sau, journaling in the shade and listening to ‘Em hãy ngủ đi’ by Trịnh Công Sơn, the Khánh Ly version from the 1970s, of course. As I watched the light dance across the waves, I felt lulled by her voice. The song, about death, love, and fragility during wartime, uses sleep as a metaphor for escaping suffering.

The beach could be a place for meditation too. Photo by Khôi Phạm.

There was something calming in its gentle acceptance of impermanence. Khánh Ly’s tender voice, layered over simple guitar chords, stripped everything back to essentials. Here I was: warm breeze, Diet Coke, half-smoked Marlboro, contemplating my place in the world, and this place on the map. It can’t all stay the same, but by all things holy and beautiful, how I wish it could.

On that same beach, I met a local named Bình, who noticed me writing in my notebook. I must have looked odd, a Việt Kiều unmoved by the sun, scribbling trance-like in a leather-bound book, eyes cast toward the Pacific. I wasn’t a vagabond, but it was clear I wasn’t tethered to the town, either.

Reading by the beach. Photo by Khôi Phạm.

After some chatting, Bình offered to drive me around on his moped. He grew up in Vũng Tàu, then lived in Hanoi and Saigon, but returned here after his studies. This was his corner of Vietnam. That evening, he took me to his favorite spot for snails.

It wasn’t a flashy new restaurant with Wi-Fi and flat screens, just two tables on a quiet corner. What mattered were the snails, served by a gentle woman who had been there for years. Bình told me he preferred her because she sold so little she could afford to clean them carefully. He was right: they were plump, fatty, succulent, perfectly paired with spicy-sweet dipping sauce. Bliss.

Vũng Tàu residents gather at a street vendor, 1970. Photo by Barry Connor.

As cars and motorbikes passed, faint sounds of families at dinner mixed with karaoke drifted through the streets. The other locals, who were clearly regulars, sat casually, swapping stories with the vendor, teasing her that she’d lost her pizazz: “Her snails are so bad we had to order more, just to be sure!”

There was affection here, affection in knowing the person who cooked your food, and in the ease of returning again and again to share more laughter. It was what I’d been searching for: a familial warmth, a distraction, and the sense that maybe this is all that really matters, truly. Sharing a drink and some food under low light, with the ocean tide somewhere in the distance.

Vũng Tàu as it always will be

Another night, restless after hours typing in my hotel room, I walked southward along the under-construction beach promenade, stepping over stacked tiles and piles of sand. It was quiet, peaceful without trying.

Wandering in my own little world, the thoughts couldn't escape me: here it is, a getaway town, but one made by and for its own people. The next day, when a hotel staff member told me that Vietnamese guests preferred seafood for breakfast, it struck me as more than a quirky detail. It was a reminder that tourism here is not just about catering to foreign tastes, but about amplifying local rhythms. In these choices, whether grilled scallops at sunrise or crab porridge at the edge of the tide, you really get a glimpse how Vietnamese travelers themselves reshape the economy, remaking the structures of leisure in their own image.

Enjoying a drink on the beach. Photo by Khôi Phạm.

One evening, I stumbled upon a cocktail bar while looking for a quiet place to journal. From the outside, it was unassuming, just a few chairs, light music drifting inside, and two or three people at the bar. Lit well enough to write, but not so bright as to invite company. Perfect.

I ordered a Negroni. A classic, just to test the waters. By my second drink, and several cigarettes later, I trusted the bartender’s intuition. “What are you feeling?” he asked. “Something salty, spicy, sour, and a little bitter. Something pungent that clings to the tongue,” I replied.

He wrinkled his nose, winked, and set to work. After a few dashes, splashes, and an enthused shake, he placed before me a small red gin creation, topped with a trace of spiced oil. The humidity kept the frost on the rim, and I was eager. It was easy on the tongue, surprising in its balance, and lingered when I was done. He told me about his travels, his exciting life elsewhere, and how after all of it, like Bình, he too decided to “come home.” This bar was his home, literally — if you needed the bathroom, you passed through his living room. 

Hours later, when I finally bid farewell, I left convinced I’d found one of the best bars in the entire country. Quiet, discreet, but full of surprises, much like Vũng Tàu itself.

The author (right) and his father in Vũng Tàu when he was a teen. Photo courtesy of Vinh Phu Pham.

On my way back to Saigon after my four-day stint, I felt both refreshed and nostalgic. How much do we lose to the march of progress? What will this place look like 19 years from now? About 19 years ago, when I was 16 and first on these beaches, skin peeling from careless sunburn, I didn’t yet know how to love a place, how to hold onto moments before they slipped away. Like any teenage crush, I thought summer would last forever, that the wave would always return no matter how far the ocean pulled back. I let it all drift past, certain there would always be another. At 16, I hated climbing up to the Christ statue, now in my 30s, I am happy I was able to do it then, and grateful I could still do it now.

Returning with different eyes, I see that time changes everything, cities, shorelines, and selves alike. And for all the things we want to change, maybe there are others we hope to keep, preserved for that younger self still alive within us.

For many Saigon children, Vũng Tàu would likely be their first-ever trip outside of the city. Photo by Khôi Phạm.

Now that Vũng Tàu has officially become part of the greater Hồ Chí Minh City metropolitan area, more change is inevitable. I don’t mourn change. Vietnam has always been in flux, and it would be foolish to think things could remain the same forever. But not every beach town needs to become a Đà Nẵng or a Nha Trang, and that’s okay. How many other little seaside towns are there in Vietnam, layered with history, rich in local life, beautiful without even trying?

For now, I am content to witness Vũng Tàu as it is: a timestamp of our mutual re-encounter. But like that old summer crush, it brought back something in me. It remains sweet in memory, tender in the present, and tragically bitter when we must inevitably part ways in the end.

When you decide to start a family, the choice touches every corner of life. Priorities shift, responsibilities grow, sacrifices are made, and days begin to orbit around the children. Vacations change too, with self-indulgence and beach naps giving way to keeping children engaged and content. But not everything has to be a compromise, especially if you know where to go.

Asia offers thousands of resorts within a short flight of Saigon, many with family-friendly amenities, and you could do fine with most of them. Club Med stands out for its all-inclusive concept, refined over decades as the company marks its 75th anniversary this year. After previous visits to Club Meds in Hokkaido and Lijiang, Saigoneer recently visited Club Med Phuket in Thailand.

For first-timers, Club Med can reframe what a vacation means. Resorts are often judged by facilities, but here, the people are the foundation. It starts with the GOs, or Gentile Organizers. Drawn from Thailand and abroad, they are a Club Med signature. GOs do not just greet you around the grounds; they mingle, remember names, and fold themselves into your experience through genuine interactions. They are also the backbone of around-the-clock activities and performances for all ages that include: yoga, tennis, wall climbing, archery, snorkeling, circus school, arts, and Muay Thai, among others.

After the sun slips behind Kata Beach and dinner winds down, the resort’s theater comes alive. GOs switch into entertainers. Music and dance nod to Thai culture, while trapeze acts, mock Muay Thai bouts and beachside fire shows inspire awe. Daytime activities are grouped by age, but these evening performances appeal to everyone and lead into the night’s last festivities, when you and GOs can meet again for dance parties, cultural showcases, and games.

Family focus continues in the rooms. Couples and groups of friends stay on one side of the resort while families gravitate to the Family Oasis, where layouts are designed with parents and kids in mind. A curtain separates the beds to give both sides a measure of privacy and space. Thoughtful touches include children’s slippers, animal toothbrushes, and bathroom stools: details that kids notice from the moment they enter the room. The Family Oasis waterpark at the center seals the deal, with slides and splash zones that make fast friends out of strangers.

Connection is another quiet priority at Club Med. By the middle of our stay, we had befriended a Bangkok family with a daughter the same age as ours and began planning activities together. By the last day, the two girls were inseparable, and we have kept in touch, already talking about a reunion in Thailand or Vietnam.

Family relaxation and connection extend to the meals included at the resort’s restaurants which foster more time for memories. Most are served at The Mamuang, an international buffet with a menu that rotates across Western, Thai, Indian, Korean, and Japanese stations. Breakfast is a standout thanks to the pancake machine, where batter becomes fluffy disks while children watch with anticipation. For a quieter evening, you can book casual a la carte dining at The Chu-da and dress up a bit for the occasion.

Just because it’s a family experience doesn’t mean families need to spend all their time as a unit. Like all Club Meds, there are special places and activities planned for groups of kids and teenagers without their parents, providing them with some supervised freedom. This also presents parents with the opportunity to enjoy some relaxation at the resort’s jungle-wrapped spa.

At the end of our trip, I asked our seven-year-old, who has already stayed at dozens of hotels, to rate Club Med Phuket on a scale of 1 to 10. Her answer: “Ten thousand million.”

While her grasp on large numbers may be a bit fleeting, it clearly showed that she knew she wasn’t just along for the ride but that the resort offered an experience that prioritized her happiness in equal parts with her parents.

When preparing to visit Hội An’s Thanh Hà Pottery Museum, I didn’t anticipate an opportunity to reminisce. I hadn’t been to the museum dedicated to the region’s pottery traditions before, so how could it illicit fond memories?

Yet, while making my way through the hot and stuffy museum, passing dated displays accompanied by dry descriptions of pottery techniques and excavation histories, I came to the scale miniatures of Chăm towers. Six of Central Vietnam’s most impressive Chăm complexes — including Mỹ Sơn, Po Nagar, Po Klaung Yăgrai, and Phú Hải — are depicted in tabletop size with information about their construction and significance. 

Of the replicas, the ones collectively referred to as the Bình Định Complex stirred immediate emotion. Had it already been four years since the Saigoneer team took a detour from our scheduled commercial shoot in the area to cruise into the lush rice fields that appear to have been unrolled from a great bolt of green fabric? On that day, gloriously untethered from office obligations or urban clamor, we drove to the top of a mountain to take in Tháp Chăm Bánh Ít, and in doing so, were gifted a new vantage point to gaze upon the impermanence of empire and its centrality in local lives. We continued out to the Dương Long towers, which rose in a state of disrepair. And then we returned to the city’s Hưng Thạnh towers, where we sat sipping soda and snapping digital photos, the crumbling manifestations of antiquity reminding us that all modernity is temporary.  

Chăm Bánh Ít Tower (right) and the Dương Long Towers (left) in 2022.

My appreciation for the monochrome miniatures in the museum and their plain-spoken charm was simpler than the heady ruminations they brought me back to, however. That trip was simply a hell of a lot of fun, and a reminder of how lucky I am to live here. I suppose this is why people buy snowglobes on vacation and collect refrigerator magnets: to be given instant transportation for fond moments. 

Of course, the miniatures still hold great value even if they don’t tug you back into happy memories. They might encourage you to take a trip to any one of them in person, discovering a great variety of experiences and fascinations en route. Or perhaps, their focus on a distant time and group of people that now live on as a minority group in the nation will provide a richer and more nuanced consideration of history, particularly in light of all the recent parades and anniversaries. 

And once you’ve looked at the Chăm miniatures, you can head outside to the clay replicas of global monuments, including China’s Forbidden Palace, London’s Big Ben, Australia’s Opera House, India's Taj Mahal, and others. It’s exciting to consider all the memories that have been conjured in a shabby garden on the outskirts of Hội An.

Traveling south through central Vietnam by train can bring you to the familiar or the obscure: the Disney-fication of Hội An, the peaceful bays of Quy Nhơn, or the thrill of derelict spaces in Huế.

In any case, that journey often begins in the latter city. The area’s abandoned waterpark has, for many, already been seen. Yet in these images, we witness what’s often unobserved: curious, palm-leaf-hidden boys sneaking up old slides, their intrigue an echo of those enjoying the claustrophilia of infiltrating the park’s gigantic dragon head.

Exploring the abandoned water park.

Further south, the train hugs and then crosses highways, its open windows framing portraits of everyday life. Visiting Hội An, one sees arranged rows of uniform xích lô drivers, all seated in gleaming vehicles and wearing matching blue shirts and white hats. One is usual, two is coincidental; three is a consciously formed pattern.

Three drivers in Hội An.

More genuine scenes can be found in Quy Nhơn. During the golden hours, a lady hangs her washing in an alley beside Nhơn Hải Bay. The beach takes numerous forms: football pitch, playground, harbor, fisherman’s workplace.

Soft sand, bobbing coracles and the detritus of a community with almost nowhere to place their trash all feature. Yet even among the litter, there is a kind of lyricism — undulating fishing nets find their rhyme in the sea and sunlight moves in shallow water like fish scales.  

Everyday life as seen through the window of a slow-moving train.

Entering the dragon's head in Hue's abandoned waterpark.

A train crosses a road before Hai Van Pass.

Curving Nhơn Hải Bay.

After school football on the beach.

Intense road rage.

Hung out to dry.

Coiled fishing nets.

Tangled teal nets.

A coracle-bobbing sea.

This article was originally published in 2019.

A soft breeze skims across the calm waves and golden sand while you soak up summer sunlight with hardly another soul in sight. A private beach with plenty of space to stretch out alongside loved ones represents the ideal vacation destination for many. Angsana Lăng Cô takes beach resorts in Vietnam to another level with its surprisingly affordable opportunities to savor Central Vietnam’s longest private beach in comfort.

Golden Sands All for You

Vietnam’s central coast has some spectacular beaches that boast warm, shallow waters, soft sand, and brilliant sunsets that seem to stretch into the heavens. This, understandably, makes them quite popular, and public beaches in and around cities such as Đà Nẵng, Nha Trang and Mũi Né fill up with noisy crowds. It can be difficult to truly unwind beside the ocean when surrounded by people blaring songs from Bluetooth speakers, fishing boats unloading the morning’s catch, and crowds cramming into every open stretch of sand and sea. This is where Angsana Lăng Cô truly stands out.

Located in Lăng Cô, a pristine bay tucked between the sea and mountains halfway between Huế and Đà Nẵng, the resort’s remote, three-kilometer stretch of coast is far removed from the nearest fishing village. Such seclusion means the golden sands are only accessible by guests from Angsana and its sister-property, Banyan Tree Lăng Cô. Such seclusion brings not only peace and quiet but an extreme sense of privacy. You can truly experience what it feels like to have access to a private beach.

A Wide Range of Activities

Taking in the splendorous views of the open ocean as it meets the pristine sand, the sky erupting in voluminous pinks and yellows at dawn, is priority number one for most Angsana guests, especially because it feels like the extravagant show is being performed for you alone. But in addition to simply enjoying the fresh air and nature, Angsana has many ways to appreciate the setting.

A wide array of sports and games for people of all ages takes place right on the sand and in the waves. From banana boats to jet skis to stand-up paddleboards to water skiing, you can get your pulse racing as the placid scenery makes for postcard-worthy backdrops. Meanwhile, the bellowing hum of an ATV engine as you zip along past pine trees offers speed for adrenaline junkies eager to rev the throttle and let it rip.

The activities don’t end along the ocean, however. A 300-meter-long pool meanders through the resort, offering opportunities to swim, float, sip cocktails, and zoom effortlessly ahead with a waterscooter. Firmly on land, you can enjoy tennis, bocce ball, badminton, archery, croquet, and video games. The Sir Nick Faldo-designed 18-hole Laguna Golf Lăng Cô course offers further entertainment. Such diversity of experience supplements and expands one's connection with nature and appreciation for the blessings of a private beach holiday.

If you want an immersive trip into nature, you can also arrange a guided tour of nearby Bạch Mã National Park. From where Huế’s famed Perfume River begins, currents flow and surge over waterfalls while cicadas sing in the distance beside historic French villas. While we didn’t see many birds on our visit, we were extremely fortunate to spot a large family of endangered douc langurs. Seeing mothers carry their babies across tree limbs, occasionally pausing to make eye contact, left us in awe of nature and our role in preserving its fragile existence. Thankfully, through park fees and responsible visiting, we left feeling as if we’d done a small part to ensure future guests can have similarly profound sightings.

An Extra Touch in Every Room to Accompany the Views

When you plan a beach vacation, you want to experience the ocean as much as possible, which extends to where you rest your head after a day in the sun. Amongst the resort’s various accommodation types with direct access to the beach, the Beachfront Pool Suite with up to two bedrooms is a true stand-out. A private balcony pool appears to merge seamlessly with the bay just beyond the sand, and a shaded patio area is perfect for watching the sun as it rises and sets. Meanwhile, spacious bedrooms allow for some quiet alone time for family members, so your group vacation can include both bonding and re-energizing.

Photos courtesy Angsana Lăng Cô.

Beyond the views, all of Angasna’s rooms benefit from subtle touches of care and local style that go a long way in making your stay memorable. From the square design patterns inspired by bánh chưng cake on the walls to the soothing photos of fishing villages and Ðông Hồ paintings to the cheerful orange flower-patterned robes and sandals, the rooms’ inviting aesthetic feels distinctly suited for an endless summer holiday at the beach. When you reflect back via photos and stories, a certain shade of sunlight will surely accompany your fond reminiscing.

A variety of room types caters to large, multi-generational families, groups of friends, and couples, while the expansive, empty beach with a plethora of sports and games naturally makes Angsana a popular destination for M.I.C.E travel as well. Meeting spaces with the most up-to-date equipment allow companies and organizations to host getaways that afford their teams some fun time to relax and bond while also reaching goals. Combined with seamless transfer to the international airports and attractive group rates, Angsana underscores how the concept of a quintessential beach holiday can even accommodate workplaces.

What it Means to Stay for Good

While time spent at a private beach can constitute a great holiday alone, the trip becomes even more meaningful when you know your stay has made a positive impact on the world around you. An important part of the Banyan Group to which Angsana belongs, is their commitment to supporting the people, environment, and culture of each resort’s surroundings via the Stay for Good program. Numerous opportunities are embedded in your Angsana stay that allow you to feel more deeply connected to the area and confident that you’ve left it better than when you arrived.

Prismatic orange-bellied leafbirds, playful red-whiskered bulbul, and black drongo, whose tails split into two graceful arcs, all call Angsana and its biome home. You can see a full gallery of the birds at the resort’s photo gallery, and then book space on a complimentary bird watching adventure. An experienced guide will take you around the resort, peeking up at tree limbs and peering into bushes, to reveal how bountiful the natural ecosystem is and how Angsana’s careful maintenance is mindful of keeping these original inhabitants safe and healthy.

Supporting humans is also central to Angsana’s Stay for Good Program. Thus, one can meet and help the local community via a variety of initiatives, including venturing to the Soul Healing Corner to take part in a recycled handicraft workshop led by Ms. Tuyền, a special artisan from the local Hope Center, or purchasing items produced by the Tòhe social enterprise that empowers disadvantaged and disabled children. It’s easy for a resort to claim they are making a difference, but by actually meeting the people whose lives are made better and hearing their stories, you can actually feel the positive impact.

Angsana’s presence, and by extension your visit, uplifts entire communities as well, as made clear via a visit to the nearby fishing village. Over 90% of the staff at Angsana come from there and other similar nearby towns, and the changes brought are profound. In addition to infrastructure developments, including the construction of the only road into the area, Angsana’s establishment more than a decade ago has ushered in a level of economic freedom that means children can go to school and adults have opportunities other than fishing or farming. On our morning visit, we saw an older gentleman proudly wearing an Angsana hat, likely gifted to him by a child or family member who works there. This small sight was perhaps the most affecting moment of our stay. It helped us understand that the community was happy we were there, and the time we spent blissfully appreciating the sunrise was, in an indirect way, making their mornings a little better as well.

You have a lot of options for where to spend your holiday, and there are many correct choices. If private enjoyment of the beach is your priority alone, Angasna should be at the top of your list. Combine that with unique chances to connect with nature and opportunities to experience a genuinely positive impact on the people who live there, and you’ll discover a special place waits in little-known Lăng Cô. at one of the best beach vacations in Vietnam.

Signs are like voices.

They can be bold or meek, enticing or off-putting, warm or cold, welcoming or threatening. Both voices and signage have the primary purpose of transmitting information via language, but they also have aesthetics that impact that message. 

One cannot help but consider the effect of a sign’s style when gazing at the lettering found on buildings in Sa Đéc. The Mekong Delta city is home to an arresting assortment of typography scrawled across dazzlingly pastel buildings. 

Vietnamese modernist architecture shares some design elements with mid-20^th-century structures around the world, but Vietnamese architects concocted their own version of the style, thanks in part to the bright colors most suitable to the tropics. Striking blues, reds, and greens used on storefronts and banners counteract the brutalism that typifies many buildings in other locations. This is apparent when viewing the homes and shops in Đồng Tháp Province.

From Nhựt Tân to Kỳ Xương, the signs are not announcing anything out of the ordinary, yet they catch one’s attention and demand appreciation the same way a grocery list might if it were sung by Nina Simone.

Sa Đéc might not be on the top of many people’s desired tourism destinations, yet a morning ambling around and stopping by the side of the road to admire the signs and colorful fronts they adorn serves as a great reminder that travel is what one makes of it. If you approach the mundane surroundings with curiosity and a keen eye, you’re likely to find something extraordinary.

Of course, Sa Đéc is home to at least one conventional tourism site. The Lover (L'amant), an autobiographical novel written in French by Marguerite Duras, takes place in the city. The story details the romance between a 15-year-old French girl and an older, wealthy Chinese businessman that began in 1929. Her older lover lived at an impressive wooden home that his father had built in 1895. It features a unique confluence of European and East Asian architectural elements. After the house's descendants emigrated abroad, it was briefly used as a local police station before opening for tourists. 

The ostentatious home and other modernist buildings in the city with creative signage exemplify southern Vietnam’s eclectic style that takes inspiration from bits and pieces of outside influences to craft something wholly original, not unlike a sparrow constructing a nest out of materials pilfered from a scrapyard. And while we rightfully bemoan the loss of such artifacts in the face of cheaper, global trend-conforming constructions, some gems like these in Sa Đéc remain. 

Take a look below:

We began our journey in front of a bank where the street Trần Nhật Duật turned into Chợ Gạo.

We started here because about 200 years ago, this area was called Hà Khẩu, or the Mouth of the River. The wide street of Trần Nhật Duật used to be the Red River, and the part turning into Chợ Gạo was where it split into Tô Lịch River. That day, Nguyễn Vũ Hải led us on a walking tour titled Dấu sông hồn phố — a journey tracing the vestige of Tô Lịch.

Trần Nhật Duật nowadays and the confluence of the Red River and Tô Lịch river back then, as drawn by artist Thành Phong.

When I was young, I’d often pass by the portion of the river on Thụy Khuê Street while riding my bike to school. The rancid smell from the blackened water always made me wonder: Why did people call it a river? Clearly it was a sewer. But the stories told during Hải’s tour taught me that the river’s life was a legend.

Hải said that the name Tô Lịch was mentioned in history books thousands of years ago. When Vietnam was still a part of China, Cao Biền, a famous Chinese geomancer, had a magical battle with Long Đỗ — the dragon god of Tô Lịch River. Cao Biền drove stakes into the river to subdue the god, but the stakes all shot right back up. Cao Biền realized he was outmatched, so he built a temple for the deity, and then raised Đại La citadel. Because the citadel ran along Long Đỗ’s river, it was also called Long Biên, or the Dragon Border.

The citadel following the Tô Lịch River, as seen in the Atlas of Hồng Đức (1490).

When was Long Biên raised?
Neither tall nor short.
Beautiful on the outskirts.
Strong water flows below.

I read that poem a while ago. Only now did I understand the mighty flow was Tô Lịch River, though that section was filled in a long time ago. But people can still feel the “neither short nor tall” height these days. Using a couple of old maps, Hải showed us how to re-trace the ancient citadel walls. I was surprised to see how big it must have been when drawing lines across Yên Phụ, Hoàng Hoa Thám, Bưởi, Đê La Thành — all the streets that you must go uphill to reach.

Tracing with citadel wall and the past river flow based on an old map.

The river’s legend continued once Vietnam escaped northern domination. In 1010, King Lý Thái Tổ moved the court to Thăng Long. The king wanted to fortify the citadel, but the walls kept collapsing. The king ordered people to pray to Long Đỗ, upon which they witnessed a white horse walking out from the temple. The king followed the horse’s footsteps to build the wall, and it became sturdy. And thus the king renamed the temple Bạch Mã, or White Horse Temple, the Eastern Sentry of Hanoi. He also declared Long Đỗ to be Thành Hoàng of Thăng Long — the tutelary deity of this land.

A map of Hanoi in 1873.

With the blessing of Long Đỗ, Thăng Long flourished. Goods and merchandise from the north flowed down the Red River, and Tô Lịch River became an important urban trading route. Hải said that there were many markets along the river. “At the confluence, there was chợ Gạo, then chợ Bạch Mã, chợ Cầu Đông, chợ Bưởi, chợ Cầu Giấy, chợ Ngọc Hà, chợ Dừa…” The Old Quarter back then was called Kẻ Chợ, or the Market People. And it was so prosperous that there was a saying: “Giàu thú quê không bằng ngồi lê Kẻ Chợ,” or “being rich in the countryside is no match for being a beggar in Kẻ Chợ.”

Chợ Cầu Đông Street, named after a bridge market lying across the river on the eastern side of the citadel.

But then a day came when human weapons eclipsed even the gods. In 1882, the French fully colonized Vietnam and turned Hanoi into the capital of Indochina. During their rule, the French dismantled the Thăng Long Citadel to build bridges, roads, and an underground sewage system.

Hải said: “Tô Lịch river was once an important trade route, a physical representation of the god. But now, after the French came and applied their urban planning, the river became a culvert.”

Hàng Đậu Water Tower, the harbinger of the era when Tô Lịch becomes a sewer instead of a major waterway.

And once the underground sewer opened, a particular species flourished: the rat. They spread the Black Plague all over the city, forcing the French to try to kill them. They hired Vietnamese to kill the rats, requesting catchers to turn in rat tails as proof. Each tail was worth four Indochinese piastres.

“With such a good price,” Hải continued, “locals began to catch rats, cut the tails off, then release them so they can keep breeding. Then rat farms emerged around the city, as well as a network to deliver rats here from the countryside.”

One day, a French official saw a tail-less rat running on the street. From then on, rat hunters had to turn in a whole rat. But business continued to boom until the price was cut so low — from four piastres for one rat to one piastre for five rats — that nobody bothered killing rats anymore. The French also shifted their plague-controlling efforts to medical measures rather than eliminating the species.

Thăng Long's Northern Gate on Phan Đình Phùng Street. 

Hải said the rat story was just one example of how people live with the world around them. From a life in harmony with nature to one of management, exploitation, and discard. Tô Lịch has remained a sewage channel to this day.

We ended our tour at the Northern Gate, the last remnant of the old citadel. When they ordered its demolition, the French kept the gate because it contained the imprinted cannonball holes making the day the citadel fell. As I stood there, looking at the heavy traffic on Phan Đình Phùng, it was hard to imagine that Tô Lịch river used to run through here. Suddenly I felt incredibly sad, as if the city had lost its roots.

Phan Đình Phùng Street today.

One morning after the trip with Hải, as I was lighting an incense stick on the altar, I thought of the god Long Đỗ. Instead of praying to my ancestor as usual, I said gratitude to the god for protecting this city, and asked that he keep looking out for my family, my friends, and all the souls who lived here. The name Tô Lịch for me had transformed from something filthy to something sacred. I heard there had been talks recently about restoring the river to its past glory. Hopefully, one day it will regain its place as the life force of Hanoi.

This article was originally published in 2023.

Hidden within the compound of the Saigon St. Joseph’s Seminary is a historic chapel that has withstood the test of time.

A seminary’s two centuries of turmoil

Driving past Tôn Đức Thắng Street in District 1, Saigoneers would probably come across a tall gate that’s often closed, obscuring the views into the structures inside. This gate belongs to the Saigon St. Joseph’s Seminary (Đại chủng viện thánh Giu-se Sài Gòn), one of the most long-enduring witnesses to the ebbs and flows of Sài Gòn-Gia Định.

In the middle of Saigon, a corner for quiet reflection.

Starting from the 16^th century, the Roman Catholic Church has emphasized the role of local seminaries established across the world, not only to train excellent priests but also promote important knowledge in theology, spirituality, economics, pedagogy, and other humanistic fields important to the organization and operation of our society.

Alas, due to the instability brought about by the Trịnh-Nguyễn civil wars, Vietnam’s economic and social climate at the time was not ideal for the founding of a local seminary. Thus, a predecessor of the St. Joseph’s Seminary was first built in Ayutthaya, Thailand in 1665 to stay away from the conflicts. There, from 1665 to 1765, the institution thrived. However, from June to November 1765, when the Burmese-Siamese War raged on, the seminary had to relocate from Thailand to Hòn Đất, an island near Hà Tiên, as a temporary stop.

The exterior of the seminary.

From then until 1863, the seminary faced numerous difficulties and even had to cease operation for some periods because of various conflicts in Vietnam, such as Đàng Trong-Đàng Ngoài uprisings, the Tây Sơn Rebellion, and the Nguyễn-Dynasty’s anti-Catholic regulations. It took until the Treaty of Nhâm Tuất, signed on June 5, 1862, when the French administration granted Father Théodore Louis Wibaux a 7-hectare plot of land to construct and develop the Saigon St. Joseph’s Cathedral, putting a stop to the seminary’s two centuries of upheavals. In the following years, even after the seminary had to evacuate several times due to the wars, they always came back to the Saigon compound.

A 160-year-old chapel

The seminary was broken ground in 1863 and completed in 1866, designed in a Gothic style that evokes European cathedrals. A year after, Father Wibaux followed up with constructing the chapel, which spanned four years and officially finished in 1871. The structure is 30 meters long, 10 meters wide and 10 meters tall, including a cavernous vaulted ceiling and various stained-glass windows featuring embossed details.

The chapel in the 19^th century.

The chapel in the 2020s.

Once the chapel was built, it became the central venue for the seminary’s major ceremonies as well as spiritual activities for both the seminarians and the Catholic community living in the vicinity. Even though Saigon’s political and religious climate was significantly affected by Đàng Trong’s anti-Catholic decrees, the seminary’s presence in Saigon was seen as a mark of reassurance for the city’s Catholic congregations. Over the years, a number of other smaller seminaries were established in Huế, Nha Trang, Quy Nhơn, etc.

Across 160 years and a plethora of conflicts, the fundamental structure of the chapel remains mostly intact compared to historical photos from the French era, such as the tiled roof, reliefs, and decorative motifs. Still, the front facade and its tiled entrance are gone. Behind the chapel is also the resting place of the institution’s founder, Father Wibaux. A small garden and water feature were added to the tomb in recent years.

Father Wibaux’s tomb and the surrounding garden.

Father Wibaux’s ashes are still kept within the chapel as a nod to his crucial role in the development and maintenance of the seminary from the 18th century until now. Besides, the chapel also reserves a reverent corner for the ashes of Bishop Pierre Lambert de la Motte (1624–1679), the first bishop of the Diocese of Đàng Trong.

Above the altar are three burial sites, interred underground, of Paul Bùi Văn Đọc and Paul Nguyễn Văn Bình, two former archbishops; and of Louis Phạm Văn Nẫm, a former bishop. Every year, on November 1 (All Saints’ Day), the chapel commemorates the deaths of the French missionaries who played a part in the establishment of the seminary and who passed away here. Additionally, the chapel holds a collection of rare artifacts from the history of Saigon’s Catholic community, like the confessional, the ancient pulpit donated by the Cầu Kho Parish to the seminary, as well as 14 relief sculptures installed on pillars across the chapel portraying the Passion of Christ.

The seminary is still an educational institution for local seminarians today.

According to chị Vân, the chapel’s groundskeeper, over the years, the seminary has undergone a few rounds of renovations, mostly inside to accommodate growing daily usage. Currently, the chapel floor has been entirely outfitted with granite to make it easier to clean. The seminary has also built an elevated platform to facilitate services instead of a simple pulpit like before.

“To me and other seminarians studying here, this place is not just a chapel, but a living reminder of the hardships of the past, those that were paid for by the blood and bones of previous generations of priests,” Vân explained.

Apart from its usual functions as a gathering place for Catholic Saigoneers during major occasions like Christmas and ordination ceremonies, the Saigon St. Joseph’s Seminary is also an archive of many historical artifacts, manuscripts, and documents relating to theology, archaeology, and spirituality.

Thư viện Đại chủng viện.

Visitors can drop by the chapel and seminary library on weekdays from 8am to 5pm.

Whether we choose to participate or not, most of us are fascinated by Vietnam’s motorbike culture.

The pace, the innovative spirit, and the casualness of people who perform in each day’s tightly choreographed traffic dances make for a thrilling phenomenon. So you can imagine my enchantment when I discovered what motorbike culture looks like on Tà Năng Mountain and the hills of Lâm Đồng Province. It takes about a six-hour drive and half a day’s hike from Saigon to reach the entrance to this other “planet.” It’s a place that makes me feel a million miles away from any city, and comfortably isolated from the rest of the world. And once you’re there, it’s easy to see why the people that know it are always going back.

The men and motos of Tà Năng

The complete Tà Năng-Phan Dũng trail stretches more than 55 kilometers across the hilltops and valleys of three provinces: Lâm Đồng, Ninh Thuận, and Bình Thuận. People have been walking these ridges forever, so it was inevitable that eventually Vietnam’s famous motorbikes would make it to the mountains too.

Xe độ are often needed to scale the rough textures of Tà Năng.

The unique machines that ride over these ridges are called xe đi rừng, meaning “motorbikes used in the forest,” or xe độ, which translates to “motorbike that’s been changed from the manufacturer version,” a hint at their distinguishable nature. The young men who drive them are known as người khuân vác or “porters,” with their custom rigs doubling as convenient — and, might I add, super slick — nicknames for the exclusive group.

As with so many good things, the longer you peer at these amazing machines, the more you see. Some of my favorite features were the free and detached stick-for-kick-stand strategy that seemed to be invariably adopted, the custom welded made-to-size holders and racks that carry bottles of engine fluids and extra gas, and the complete (although initially subtle) and utter lack of foot...anything. Eventually you’ll notice the chain on the rear wheel and the extra sets of shocks. After having the pleasure of riding as the third of three passengers on one of these skeleton rigs as it ripped over a flat portion of trail, I surmise they “beefed up” the engines as well. 

One of the handful of trail vendors, a lovely man named Anh Heo, shared that anyone could buy a basic version of one of the bikes for a reasonable price, but the porters mostly build and customize their own. One bike had a variety of its parts painted green to match its green shocks, while another had the skinniest exhaust pipe I have ever seen; no more than a couple centimeters wide all the way down. 

As it turns out, not all porters are transporting camping supplies — consider the cooler that resembles the ones you see all over Saigon, containing cold soda, water, and beer strapped to the back of Anh Heo’s rather simple-looking bike. He drives 40 kilometers a day to sell cold beverages to weary hikers along the trail.

Yes, that’s right! That means, as you trek into this magical land, around each bend or at the top of a long climb, there very well may be ice-cold beer waiting for purchase. As soon as the initial excitement wore off, I giggled that I could be shocked at all. We are in Vietnam after all, “cold beer can be delivered anywhere,” my friend graciously reminded me. I should have been shocked he hadn’t found us sooner.

Another whole new world

As you trek deeper down the Tà Năng-Phan Dũng trail, the landscape starts to unwrap itself. Lowlands become sparsely covered hilltops covered in patches of young forest or dotted with a lone tree. Eventually, the route took us through a bamboo forest and up the back of a long, last, steep hill. And as we cleared the treeline and came around the side of the giant bulbous mound of earth we had just scaled, the scene and sky grew before our eyes. We had arrived, safely transported to another world. 

Boldly and graciously, the landscape evolves with the seasons here. The sparsely camouflaged ridges are sometimes covered in patches of dense, deep green, and sometimes they are bald. Underneath the ground growth, the hills are covered in a type of basaltic soil that, when pounded by Vietnam’s iconic rains, turns a vibrant orangey-tan, gets thick and slick and dries like potter’s clay. 

By the time you come up to your second or third incline, you would notice the deep grooves the machines cut into the side of each pitch, and it becomes clear why the bikes are as rugged and souped-up as they are. Their revving motors and altered anatomies produce a loud chug-chug-chug that announces their arrival before they can be seen. And then watching them is a joy: chain suddenly crucial, power plainly obvious, operator’s command of the situation — relaxed and masterful. Sometimes an extra passenger sits atop the cargo, sometimes three men straddle the long frame, but they always smiles; half-smoked cigarettes occupy the corners of their mouths. 

Chang Adventure

Both of my trips were made possible through the guidance and support of the enthusiastic trekking group, Chang Adventure, a team of young, local nature lovers who have made a business out of taking fellow hikers on unique, remote adventures throughout the central and southern regions of Vietnam. With an everything-included model, they make it easy for hikers to sign up and go; no equipment or extensive preparation necessary.

Chang Adventure's commitment to sustainability further sets them apart. Each customer who signs up for one of their treks donates five trees to the Forest Garden Project, a project dedicated to respecting, reforesting, and educating about Vietnam’s Central Highlands, in partnership with local farmers. 

Since the organizers opt to keep group numbers small and treat all their guests as old friends, they are able to create an instant and intimate comradery within their teams, an aspect that makes it hard not to fall into new, fast friendships. The hike will get you on your first trip, but the people and the moments this experience fosters will keep you coming back. 

A sunrise worth going back for

I woke up as the sky was already changing. My body was moving before my brain caught up. I crawled out of my tent, put on my shoes, and roused my friends. As I pulled myself up and out into the dawn air, the scene beyond our little mound of planet gobbled me up from the top down. I closed my eyes and let myself to be taken away by the beauty of what was unfolding before me. Behind my lids lay a background of dusty, lavender blue, streaked with neon pink and fire bursts of orange.

The air was cool but not cold, the best word for it is probably “fresh,” a word we rarely get to use when describing the weather in southern Vietnam. With my eyes shut, I allowed myself to tune into the gentle choir of different songs — monkeys, cicadas, and a chorus of bird calls. Each note was unique and vibrant against the soft quiet of dawn. I felt a hand on my shoulder. It brought me back to my feet, bare on the wild grass, still dewy from the night.

Voices and the sounds of breakfast started to fade in against the jungle’s pleasant cacophony. I opened my eyes and in front of me was an expansive valley of receding hills smothered in layers of whipped, white morning mist. Each row a deeper shade of blue-ish gray; each row an extra barrier between us and the real world. It took us both an extra beat before we bid adieu to the moment and turned back towards the smell of fresh campfire-brewed coffee. 

If this moment appeals to you, find Chang Adventure and sign up for their next trek. Hồng Trang, who often uses the English name Kate, one of the founding members, and the rest of the crew are even greater gems than the utterly breathtaking vistas they will lead you too. It doesn’t happen often that you stumble upon one of those great fleeting things — be it a place, a group, or a tradition — before it becomes a “was.” And in my humble opinion, hiking Tà Năng is one of those very rare things. Don’t wait, because as we all know, a thing so great surely doesn’t last forever.

This article was originally published in 2022.

As tourists, it's in our built-in compass to seek out novelties and excitements, if anything, to remind us that our daily humdrum is not everything, and there exists a world out there with multitudes to explore.

A promenade on the south bank of the Hương River.

Which makes it all the more astonishing to me that I was able to feel immediately at home with the sleepiness of Huế. I guess, in a way, the languid pace of life in the central Vietnam city is a novelty compared to Saigon’s pandemonium.

Built in 1901, the Morin Hotel was one of Vietnam's oldest, and once housed Charlie Chaplin and Empress Nam Phương.

With merely around 1.5 million residents, Huế is the least populous municipality of Vietnam’s six, but what it might lack in adrenaline, it more than makes up for in historical wealth, cultural artifacts, quietude, and breathable urban sprawl.

Hue University of Education on the other side of the street.

Coming from a place where both conservation and green spaces are a luxury, I found this level of urban planning to be completely foreign. They have expansive old tombs and riverfront real estate, but gave them to the people instead of condotels? Unthinkable.

Trường Tiền Bridge.

Four main bridges link both sides of the river: the historic Trường Tiền, Phú Xuân, Dã Viên, and most recently, the modern and flashy Nguyễn Hoàng. All are connectedly exceptionally well with walking paths so those wishing to face the majesty of the Hương River head-on could do so with ease.

Trường Tiền got its name from a mint directly facing it on the south side.

The Hương River flows through the heart of Huế and flowing along with it are two strips of expansive public spaces that are fully appreciated by local inhabitants, from dawn to dusk. Under the towering canopies of heritage trees, Huế residents stroll leisurely, banter with friends, and take kids out for bike rides.

Morning at local riverside parks.

Huế has the best parks in this country: clean walkways, many public bathrooms and good interconnectivity. Paved paths wide enough for runners, bikers, walkers and children on electric Barbie cars to co-exist? Unheard of in Saigon. As a runner, I felt strangely jealous just walking on these world-class paths.

Time to settle down and relax.

And yet, just as I was busy daydreaming about an alternative existence here, 7am hit and the heat made itself known. The Central Vietnam summer comes with a level of solar power that seems especially powerful. You might be tempted to whip out one of those tiny handheld Chinese electric fans, but they won't help, because even the wind they emit would be searing. Huế during this season is an air-fryer and your fantasies about indulging in its ample green spaces will be quickly cooked like crispy chicken wings.

The south entrance of Trường Tiền Bridge.

Crossing the river on foot is a thrilling experience in itself.

A handful of pedestrians choose to cross the bridge on foot.

Clean and wide walkways.

A morning market session behind Đông Ba Market.

The building in the distance used to be a mint, but is now a bookstore.

Street flower vendors.

On the northen side of the river.

Public bike services are available as part of a trial program.

Thượng Tứ Entrance to the Imperial City.

A public gym with exercise machines.

Phú Xuân Bridge.