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2 picks across the catalog.
Sand, oysters, the kind of porch where the day just goes.
Vietnam's beach town two hours from Saigon. Fresh seafood at plastic tables on the sand, a cable car to a 100-foot Christ statue, and a Soviet-era lighthouse you can climb for the view nobody warned you about. Five nights gets you past the Saigon-weekend-crowd rhythm and into the version where you're the only foreigner at the morning market.
Seven nights split between cloud forest and coast. Monteverde for the morning silence and hanging bridges, then Manuel Antonio for surf towns that haven't been strip-malled yet. The rain in July is the price you pay for empty beaches and sloths you actually see.
Three nights, one new country. Done by Sunday night.
Vietnam's beach town two hours from Saigon. Fresh seafood at plastic tables on the sand, a cable car to a 100-foot Christ statue, and a Soviet-era lighthouse you can climb for the view nobody warned you about. Five nights gets you past the Saigon-weekend-crowd rhythm and into the version where you're the only foreigner at the morning market.
Seven nights split between cloud forest and coast. Monteverde for the morning silence and hanging bridges, then Manuel Antonio for surf towns that haven't been strip-malled yet. The rain in July is the price you pay for empty beaches and sloths you actually see.
Drafted by our agent, kept on the list when they hold up. Labeled honestly.
Vietnam's beach town two hours from Saigon. Fresh seafood at plastic tables on the sand, a cable car to a 100-foot Christ statue, and a Soviet-era lighthouse you can climb for the view nobody warned you about. Five nights gets you past the Saigon-weekend-crowd rhythm and into the version where you're the only foreigner at the morning market.
Seven nights split between cloud forest and coast. Monteverde for the morning silence and hanging bridges, then Manuel Antonio for surf towns that haven't been strip-malled yet. The rain in July is the price you pay for empty beaches and sloths you actually see.
