I’m not a very good tourist. I don’t do the tourist things.

I don’t go to spas, or massage parlors, or fancy restaurants where the dollar goes far. I avoided the busy places and those where crowds of Westerners gather. In Da Nang, I found myself, as I often do, walking alone through the streets at night, in alleys. It sounds dangerous, but despite the occasional grittiness of the place, the city seemed quite peaceful. Or it was where I went. Maybe they’re just all nice people. They sure all treated me nicely.