After boarding our faux-junk, Steph and I watched as the hustle and bustle of mainland Vietnam faded away and the many islands of Halong Bay loomed large ahead.
Big limestone mountains jut upward from the sea.
Floating villages dot the protected coves of Halong Bay.
A tourist flotilla.
Plotting a course toward adventure!
Small skiffs rowed by women ply the waters between the faux-junks looking to sell bootleg products to unsuspecting tourists.
The famous kissing rocks.
Or maybe they are chickens. It’s a bit hard to say.
Our captain taking his tea.
