The primary draw for me was coffee, as it usually is, and boats. The entire place seems to exist solely for the purpose of drinking coffee and tooling about the river pointlessly. I really enjoyed it.
This isn’t a paid plug for the hostel or anything I just really like it. I actually came back to this hostel again after a brief visit to Hoi An, being a broke assed hobo that says quite a bit.
I’m not saying ptsd doesn’t exist, or that war doesn’t fuck a guy up but…
If I didn’t already have MS the weed in Vietnam would most certainly have caused it. In short Vietnam has some notable upsides.