If you’d told me a year ago I’d trade Adelaide’s gasp-inducing sunsets for mist-soaked pine forests straight out of Hollywood, I’d have laughed you off the veranda. I miss Coopers Ale, the outback skies, Adelaide Hills whites. And yet the moment I stepped out of Đà Lạt airport, the place whispered this is home. Four months in, I believe it. I’m 66 years of age, and this is where I’ll shuffle off my mortal coil—content, bewildered, and utterly smitten.

Đà Lạt sits 1,500m above sea level on the Langbiang Plateau, part of Vietnam’s Central Highlands. The city itself covers nearly 400km²—think Crafers, but if the French had turned it into a hill-station and it grew into a bustling ‘honey pot’ tourist destination the size of Stirling times ten. Mist drapes the hills like a stage curtain, and e

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