Reluctant to leave the tranquility of Sapa, I was nonetheless eager to continue my travels southward down the Viet Nam coast. My next destination was by bus 700km (438 miles) south of Hanoi, the old city known as Hue, the imperial capital of Viet Nam between 1802 and 1945 and the cradle of power for the Nguyen Dynasty.
I had been looking forward to being in Hue for a long time, not only because of its history, but also because of its architecture, it citadel and because it was home to one of my most favorite Vietnamese dishes, Bun Bo Hue (a beef and pork noodle soup).
I had picked probably one of the worst seasons to vist Viet Nam. It was the cold and wet months. But although my days in Hue was constant with rain, from drizzles to downpours, it felt perfect. It simply enhanced the romantic atmosphere and walking in the rain never felt so good as it did while walking along the banks of Song Huong (Huong River).