Some moments stay with you.
A glimpse of red-shanked douc langurs, perched on the fig tree late in the afternoon, peering coolly down with their serene fringed faces.
Browsing among English-language bookshelves (a rarity in this city), quiet worlds of introspection apart, sharing — despite yourself — bits and pieces of your soul through the books that you love.
Sitting alone underneath a chilly cavernous ceiling of otherworldly stalactites at the end of a surreal kilometre-long trek.
Weaving through traffic precariously perched on the back of a motorbike while belting out Disney classics, pondering mortality with eyes tightly shut against the death-defying pandemonium that passes for traffic on these streets.
Fireworks blooming in the sky over the river, light and colour and music woven into exquisite supernovas.
Deserted beaches, away from the city’s famous coastline, the kind you reach by driving on dirt roads and gingerly stepping down forested slopes; the kind where you can lie on the sand and whisper your feelings to the stars wheeling overhead.
Blue Glassy Tigers, impossible to miss, flashing in the gold-green-dappled clearing.
And the sunsets: deep rose and fiery gold, reflected in all their flaming radiance on waters that, in that moment, shine as still and bright as your spirit.
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