Personal Narrative: My Trip To Vietnam

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Through out the years, I have been through many memorable moments with my family, one particularly memorable was our trip to Vietnam during the summer holidays. Not too long ago, I went to Vietnam for a month long trip. Since I had been to Vietnam once before as a child, I did not expect much. Rather, I expected the worst. The weather on my first day there did nothing to bolster my spirits, but instead, cast a gloomy shadow. Due to the inclement weather, the flight was delayed by almost an hour. Every man, woman, and child on the plane was happily fimbling their thumbs on the built-in consoles. Unfortunately, my console was not functioning and did not contribute to lifting my spirits. After a long ride, we finally reached our destination. That …show more content…
They had some chicken backside, which might not sound very appatizing, but it was undeniably mouth-watering to look at. The gloom portrayed on my face was fairly noticable, but was considerably cheered up by the prospect of sampling a little bit of the cusine. The next few days consisted of sightseeing, something which I felt was a waste of time till the fourth day. On the fourth day, we drove up to a hotel situated in the highlands, which was a popular tourist attraction. It was located near a small village, so every night, the villagers would come over and perform their traditional dances and play exotic instruments, some of which I have never seen before in my life. I loved their performances, and was drawn into Vietnamese culture. I was awed by the spectacularity of my culture and that there was so much that I did not know. The time I spent with my family was truly remarkable. We would share a bowl of piping hot curry noodles or even buy food from street vendors and sit at the roadside and eating our dinner. When we went to the beach, we collected stones and piled them up as high as we could until it came tumbling

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