If any one knows me, they know I’m cheap. OK, I’ll be nice. I’m “thrifty”. So, when I travel, I travel light (to avoid any baggage fees), I stay in hostels (though in my ole age I’ve come to stay in single accommodation rooms. But at hostels nonetheless), and I always select places that have free breakfast, or free anything for that matter! Recently there was a local holiday, King Hung’s Birthday here in Vietnam. My girlfriend and I wanted to get away from the pleasantly grey-skied Hanoi. So, upon her sneaky doing, we ended up at Ninh Van Bay, AKA a six-star resort.
The resort was my first exposure to this type of living. Mind you, I am currently lying in my studio-apartment where I can see the whole domain from my bed. I like small. I like “charming”. I stay within my financial lane. But, when you have a partner that truly knows the meaning of treat – yo – self (and not jus from Parks and Rec) you can become quickly comfortable with luxury.
Of all the luxuries my favorite was being able to pick my eggs from chickens that were living their best lives. As a city Westerner, I can safely say I’ve never had real chicken eggs* until this trip. The fluffy goodness will stay with me forever.
*The chickens were kept in a clean, open space. They were not killed at the end of their life or anytime during their lives. I don’t eat chickens, nor any type of meat, but their eggs that they worked hard to pop out were delicious.
Lesbian Chickens
To end our stay we went to a Singing Bowl meditation workshop. As we entered the small space, we were accompanied by a fellow LGBT couple. The Singing Bowl meditation workshop had turned into an even safer space.
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