The day began in the early morning mist on Son Tra Peninsula in Danang, where clouds drifted across the mountains. As the sun rose, we moved to Son Tra Marina – glowing white and blue like a touch of Santorini by the sea. By late afternoon, Hoi An welcomed us with lush green rice fields under a crystal-clear sky, wild daisy paths leading the way. The golden hour dyed the ancient streets in soft light, glowing warmly on the rooftops.
