An uncharacteristically impressionist pastiche. At some point every traveler succumbs to fever. A few of the component sounds in this piece were treated more than usual, but sometimes aggressive treatment is called for. Wind chimes were dislocated from a Hanoi storefront. Swimming sounds belong to the Bay.
Motorcycles lend their horns to the fog.
A stroll with no destination in an unfamiliar city can be a walking meditation on serendipity. When it is, it's one of the reasons I travel. One advantage of budget travel in Asia is the relative affordability of the private hotel room. Regardless of amenities, a shell within which to retreat is a profound privelege. K Les enfants en passant.