The coast north of Hoi An does the restorative work almost unassisted: An Bang and Ha My beaches empty out by mid-morning, the sea stays swimmable most of the year, and the flat lanes between rice paddies make the bicycle the day's only vehicle. The stay is structured lightly — movement early, treatment mid-morning, and a long unplanned middle of the day the itinerary is forbidden to touch.
Evenings pivot inland: the Ancient Town at lantern hour once or twice a week, dinner at the quiet end of the riverfront, and the drive back to a villa where the loudest thing is the pool. A week here subtracts steadily — noise, screens, decisions — and the subtraction is the programme.