It was time to explore Dalat town's evening.
We stumbled across this small restaurant serving local Vietnamese food and decided to have dinner there.
Gerald went to have his wine. Staying in Brunei meant he had little access to alcohol, travelling for him meant drinking.
A little red and a little white.
Then we went to explore the night market.
There were a lot of cheap winter clothes and socks for sale here. Can you believe I got a pair of VERY decent quality socks for only RM2, thick enough for trekking during winter times.
My mom bought a white winter jacket here which she brought it to Korea a month afterwards.
thumbs up for mom in Korea!
Think she only paid RM90, damn cheap! (the jacket, not the korea trip)
There's not a lot to see, just a quiet romantic town; very cooling.
The next day we hired a driver to take us around Dalat for a day tour.
Following will be a quick compilation of places we've been.
We went on the cable.
Went to see a temple on a hill.
It was pretty sunny, so I gave a spare of my sunglasses to my mom.
Walked down to the lake.
Went to see a waterfall, climbed it.
Saw a bear.
We took a tabogan down to the waterfall, and back up. Business flourished because of lazy people like us.
Went to see a pagoda temple that once had a halo on it when looked from a certain angle (some sunlight angle thing which happened totally coincidental, probably once in a few years).
Don't be fooled by the wide angle photo, the pagoda was rather tall.
And very colorful. Spent a lot of time here camwhoring.
i had to snatch the jacket from Gerald because it was too cold for me to bear. Brrr...
mom giving the bell a ring. Go mom!
found on top floor
anyone who's interested in my handsome half-godbrother can send in their resume. keke.
very pretty dalat mountain view
green-house farms. Wonder if they're strawberries inside.
Visited a thread painting showroom. Selling really expensive and intricate thread paintings, hand-stitched.
Some of these paintings cost up to half a million ringgit. All quoted in USD.
I'm terrible at stitching, I can't even sew a button on.
Least to say my name.
whichever tourist sewn this was really good.
Finally, as our last stop, we visited a Love Garden. No wonder they say Dalat is romantic.
did someone say "love"?
We found a tree of fate near the entrance. It was said that if you throw a red ribbon and the ribbon get caught in the tree, your fate of love might just come true.
I didn't know what this meant, but it took Gerald more than once to get that ribbon on the tree. Tee hee.
The garden's was a bit run-down but there was a lot of things to see.
Like this fake great wall of China.
And terracotta soldiers.
By the time we walked one third of the garden, poor mom was exhausted so we decided to finish the trip then and go back.
At the end of the journey, we saw the beautiful love river where couples can go down and take a love boat out for a romantic "cycle"?
That's the end of our 2D2N journey in Dalat.
Here's a photo of me on my laptop in a Dalat cafe.