They hate us. We can feel it as they Tetris around the backpacks to make room for our huge suitcases. We fidget in false embarrassment, because after all we are Swedish and we are raised never to make a fuzz, but really, no annoyed faces could ever make us go back to backpacks. We've both tried the backbound traveling already and do not miss the odeur that bag could produce after a few weeks, nor the impossibility to keep a structure or find that specific piece of clothing.
Hue has been a sleepy stopover, although I still have a hard time falling asleep sometimes.
After rushing Hanoi, we've slowed down to recaps and find some kind of second wind.
