On the last day in Nha Trang, I had never experienced the slow life of the Vietnamese people. After getting up and washing up in the morning, I deliberately did not eat breakfast in the hotel. I went downstairs and found a random shop nearby. Maybe it was the weekend, so there were a lot of local people. I ordered a cup of drip coffee. Watching the coffee dripping drop by drop, time slowly slipped away, which was quite comfortable.