After what seemed like a life time on the worst bus ride of our lives, we are thankful to be alive. We flew down the winding mountains from Da Lat where mist covered the roads, no idea how the the driver could see ahead of him. 17 hours later we made it to Hoi an.
We arrived in Hoi an with a bit of a bitter taste in our mouths after being completely ripped off by the taxi driver. Cost 500,000 dong for a 10 minute taxi drive. More than our two bus tickets combined on a 17 hour bus.
Our mood was soon lifted once we checked in to our hotel and borrowed two bikes to ride around town. We soon discovered how beautiful Hoi an is.
It’s a place where happy hour last for 7 hours, the houses that line the streets look like Italian villas but the red paper lanterns hanging across the streets remind you that you are actually in Asia, a bicycle is the choice of transport and the streets come alive at night with light and music. Hoi an is quite a quaint, stunning little town.
We drank cocktails, swam in the beach and rode around exploring. Brett has been a little unwell so we had a pretty quiet day relaxing.
There are a lot more tourists than we have seen anywhere else and we have been ripped off more in the last two days than in the last two weeks.
We are currently sitting on a local ferry, a boat that we are surprised still floats, on our way to a homestay on Cham Island for 3 days.
There is a man next to me who seems to be rather sea sick. He vomited into a bag and then just chucked the whole thing into the ocean. Lucky nursing has given me a strong stomach. Ahh Asia!
Stranded looking for a taxi in the boiling hot sun
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