Down by the mekong delta
Down here in the delta, everything burns in the day. You better spend the day sleeping. At night, it is cooler and it’s time to walk to the river side. The breeze carries the distant thumps of the motorboats crossing the river. From time to time, you meet a group of young people. Some stop to say hello or chat a bit. You reach the junction where the street food vendors set up their stall.
It is like the whole universe was made, humans evolved and split into cultures, just so that on a night like this, you can overload your senses with sticky-rice-spicy-chicken and the lovely faces reflecting the glow of food stall lights.