I came to Hoi An for three nights and stayed almost three weeks. It happens to a lot of people. The old town is small enough to learn by heart, yet every morning it looked a little different: mist on the Thu Bon River, a woman sweeping yellow leaves outside a Chinese assembly hall, a bicycle loaded with herbs from a village I hadn’t found yet. Da Nang, half an hour up the coast, turned out to be its opposite: wide beaches, a modern river front and mountains rising straight out of the city.
These routes cover both towns and the country around them, from the Cham sanctuary at My Son to the Hai Van Pass and the old imperial capital of Hue. Tickets, opening hours and boat rules change, and the autumn rains can flood whole streets, so treat my notes as a starting point and ask locally before you set off.

















