The coastal province of Nam Dinh lies 100km south-west of Ha Noi, about two hours by car, and I'm relieved to reach my friend's home in Nghia Hung District, to enjoy the sea smell and escape the city heat.
But there is more to the area than I expected. I'm travelling with a group of colleagues to visit my friend's village, Quan Vinh, one of the many fishing hamlets along the coast.
But in this spot the fishermen have more than one hook on their line. They are also famous for their stilt performances. We are told on our arrival there is a rehearsal on the afternoon for a village festival.
We follow Luong Tuyet Mai to a place where 10 men stand high on 3m bamboo stilts, like giants among their fellow villagers.
Mai tells us stilts were initially used to allow fishermen to walk into deep water off the coast to catch shrimp. The men learn the art at a very young age and become very agile.
The performances, such as the lion dance and sword play, take extreme levels of skill, even withou stilts. It is enthralling.
Mai then takes us to the shore to watch the stilt walkers catch shrimp and fish, working in a team similar to the performance we just saw.
Nghia Hung District was once a natural bog inaccessible to sail boats, which was why the stilts were so useful. Today they are an environmentally friendly alternative to engine-powered boats, with some fishermen so adept they can venture into water 10m deep.
The villagers are eager to teach the young city folk how to master the stilts so the male members of our group are hoisted on to small versions of the bamboo poles, but they look like they are about to fall. Most of them beg to get down after a short time.
I am told that only the men learn to use these stilts as it's strongly linked to fishing traditions and seen as too risky for women.
Mai tells me she was never taught stilt skills.
"That's why I must study and work in a big city," she jokes.
Mai's father informs me, however, that his stilt performances and fishing have allowed him to raise four children who have all studied at universities in Ha Noi.
Today the sea is too rough to catch shrimp so we return empty handed. But later in the afternoon, when the sun is going down and the tide is out, we return to the shallow canals. The landscape is lit with golden rays that illuminate the endless number of bamboo stilt huts that dot the area and are used by fishermen to rest between catches.
Mai uses a bamboo pole with a flat metal bar which is dragged across the muddy surface to find clams under the mud. We all have a go, with Mai catching two to our one.
Returning to her house, we clean and cook the clams, and eat them with chicken raised in her garden and home-grown vegetable.
I don't know whether the food tastes so sublime because it is fresh or we have worked so hard to catch the clams, but after only one day in this quiet, warm village, I find myself in love with the atmosphere, peaceful landscape and laid-back coastal lifestyle.
Tomorrow will be another day on our tour around the northern province but after just one day here in Quan Vinh Village. I don't want to leave.