Vietnam

I attempted to write this a few hours ago, now it will be a completely different post, perhaps. As i was writting it, i tried decided i wanted to upload a photograph to supplement the post, i first wanted to save all my photos to my hardrive just in case, be on the safe side. I guess the safe side wasn't on my side, as i was trying to do so, i clicked something wrong and poof, every single one of my photos from Vietnam are now gone. I don't even have them on the memory card. So the adventure is all in my memory. I can only tell you all, and unfortunately not show you. Much of my favorite moments however are things that can truly only be experienced for oneself, you have to see vast fields of platformed coffee plantations in Da Lat to truly gain the full experience of being there, cool wind and variations of green as far as the eye can see. As i think about some of the images i got, i honestly didn't think that i truly captured the city and country as i experienced it, but it was all a blur, we did so much in such a short amount of time that it would have been very useful to have a photographic journal to jog my memory of what happened. I can see the pictures of people mainly, the rickshaw driver on the street of Saigon in with the afternoon sun giving a yellow glow, the streaks of motobikes wizzing behind him as he lounges across the seat and bike handle bar. The morning market women of Da Lat, each selling a different good, flower bundles being stacked on a mo-ped, a row of three baskets of tiny deep red strawberries, each of the women wearing the traditional Vietnamese cone hat. The vendor selling eggs out of two baskets you carry across your back on a stick, the women with many vegetables, specifically an abundant heap of artichokes. These photos and the immense Elephant Falls, i'm crossing my fingers a miracle happens. But we shall see. Despite the loss, the experience was incredible. My most memorable being my day trip on a motorbike with only a couple from Denmark to accompany me. We drove through the hills and valleys, realizing together that there is no way we could possibly describe what we're seeing together to families back home. We ate crickets, learned how silk is made, ventured into the day markets to find cow's eyes and tongues for sale (it still had the eyelashes by the way). Ate lunch prepared by a Bhuddist nun, sat in the home of a Kinh tribe (minority group) woman as she wove, asking questions through an interpreter. Perhaps it is better i don't have my photos, i will attempt to remember each thing more vividly and remember the memory as oppose to the photograph. Yes it will be less in content, but could it be more in quality?