Vietnam Specifically Hanoi
The plane touched down at Noi Bai International Airport, and Jamela's senses were immediately overwhelmed by the bustling energy of Hanoi, it is similar to Bankok in some ways but still different. As they stepped out of the air-conditioned terminal, the humid air clung to their skin like a warm, damp blanket.
"Well, we're certainly not in Bangkok anymore but still the weather” Hank quipped, wiping his brow as if he could sweat.
Kavin, looking annoyingly fresh as always despite the heat, took a deep breath. "Ah, the scent of adventure... and is that pho I smell?"
Their ruminations were interrupted by muffled shouting from Jamela's bag. She quickly unzipped it a crack, revealing Deejai's excited face and Grumpy's scowl.
"Ooh, are we here? Can we see the dragons? Can we swim in the emerald waters? Can we-"
"Can you pipe down before I stuff you in the airplane's lost and found?" Grumpy growled.