After a few misty days up in the hills of Sapa, we said our goodbyes and began the next leg of our adventure heading south from Hanoi to Phú Quốc Island. And for once, it all went… smoothly. No lost shoes, no meltdowns, no delays. Just one of those magical travel days where everything clicks into place.
We kicked off with a sleeper bus from Sapa back to Hanoi. It sounds strange catching a sleeper during the day, but honestly, it worked. The girls were chilled, the ride was comfy, and even after all our mountain exploring, everyone stayed in good spirits. That alone felt like a win.
Back in Hanoi, we had just enough time to grab a bite before our lunchtime flight. Domestic travel in Vietnam is wonderfully straightforward no passport control, quick boarding, and our bags were even first off the carousel. That never happens!
And then, like some sort of travel miracle, a large taxi was already waiting outside. We didn’t have to haggle, wait, or squeeze into something too small for all our gear and kids. Just straight in, and 20 minutes later, we pulled up to our new digs.
Our home for the next two weeks? A gorgeous three-bedroom bungalow, pool sparkling, everything clean, calm, and just what we needed. After weeks of bouncing between cities and mountains, arriving here felt like a deep breath out.
We unpacked and settled in for our first night on Phú Quốc no drama, no chaos, just the peaceful start to our beachside chapter.
