Like always here I am retrospecting my trip to Da Lat, Vietnam. Night traveling is probably one of the best ways. You move while you sleep. The only downside is that you sleep poorly, and you are there early in the morning. As I said, very early in the morning bus dropped us off in the center of Da Lat. It took us some time to find our stuff in the big pile, leaving us with an opportunity to catch a glimpse. In our sluggish way, we looked at each other in a matter that indicated odor in the air. The most obvious fumes were exhausts coming from the motorcycles surrounding us, followed by the good ‘ol rice wine notes.
Before our air analysis was finished, loud pleads began raining from all sides. It didn’t take long for the first tourist to hop on the motorbike, clinging to theirs suitcases more than to the driver’s seat. Another one allowed the driver to help arrange a well-balanced pile and off they went. Given the weight on that bike, they deserve a gold medal. Especially because they avoided crashing into the latest taxi driver who came winding up the road. All of a sudden it became clear to us, that we aren’t up for the midnight gamble and headed towards our destination by foot.
Curious eyes always find something interesting and walking is the best way to catch the unique vibe of a place. That and the mention of how good is to be alive… Despite the early hour, we were smelling coffee. We had the same idea as many locals who were part of down’s serenity. Think in terms of good old Vietnamese coffee and Bahn Mi. To be honest, it felt only right to honor the Mecca of Vietnamese coffee production, by tasting it on an empty stomach.
The climate in Da Lat is just a bit cooler than Cameron Highlands, so growing food and coffee takes place on large scale. In general, we can say the biggest difference is the age difference. Da Lat is about 50 years younger and therefore lusher (for now). That doesn’t mean wild nature is around every corner. Far from it to be honest. Apart from a few lovely protected spots, the native forest is disappearing little by little.
To see the endless canopy, we were driving for more than an hour. Closer to the town, we either saw hills wrapped in plastic or a neat example of monoculture. At the same time, we saw many farms in the making, which means only one, less and less wilderness. People are going crazy about the pandemic, but no one is asking the right question. No one is speaking about the bigger picture. Is there a place for untamed nature in this world? We’re talking about the wild, a magical place where different laws are in charge. The laws we quit obligating.
Anyways, unlike Farming 101, we loved food in Da Lat. Praised be Vietnamese cuisine! No matter what local food we had, it was utterly delicious. We even tasted some specialties like weasel coffee and several local dishes. There is Dalat pizza, though. Rice paper, ketchup and cheese is all you need to make Italians angry. In their defense, they should be angry, every foodie should be angry.
Is Da Lat worth visiting? Sure why not. You can explore around. A lot to do. Waterfalls, pagodas, lakes, coffee plantations, and much more. The old train station is iconic, reminding me of colonial times. Well, Dalat Palace as we mentioned has some issues, but it still gives a glimpse into the early beginnings.
About the people. Wherever we went we felt safe and welcome. The only thing we had to worry about was getting ready for the weather. One can say that all seasons of the year happen every day in Da Lat. It goes something like a spring in the morning, summer at noon, the evening brings autumn and night is time for winter cuddles. Not boring, believe us. Especially if you get caught in the summer rains far from home. Actually, weather events brought us closer to locals and others who were caught in the storm. It quickly became natural to find shelter at the right time and wait. When one can adapt everything is easier as long as freedom is in the picture.
