Day 170 (Sun 24 Dec) - Hoi An
Checked out at 8am and waited for our bus to Hoi An.
Bus duly arrived and we had a pleasant journey, arriving at about 1pm. Unfortunately the bus stopped some 1.5km away from our hotel, and in the blistering heat, decided to walk it. By the time we almost had to stop for a rest we reached our hotel, the Vinh Hung 1!
The hotel lobby is crammed with dark furniture; has the feel of an antique shop. Quite a sight. Checked into our simple and comfortable room and then went exploring.
Pottered round Hoi An marvelling at the art shops and galleries, the trinket shops and the numerous tailors' shops. Jo was determined that we should buy each other Christmas presents, despite Sarb reminding her that his skills in this department were pretty limited to begin with and that by asking him to buy presents in one hour in a strange town in a strange country was asking for trouble. 1 hour later Sarb had bought a few trinkets and Jo had done the same. We wrapped them up in the room and then went off for grub.
Had a great pizza at Good Morning Vietnam and then decided where we would like to have our Christmas dinner. Found a couple of possibilities.
For dinner tonight the good people at the Vinh Hung hotel chain were throwing a free food bash at the Vinh Hung resort hotel about 1 km away. Jo and I tooled up at about 8pm and settled ourselves in the garden with a bottle of wine.
The food was great and although the entertainment was a trifle eccentric it was all good fun. Especially the Bridget Jones moment where a British girl on a nearby table almost launched herself into the air with her hand as she strained to be picked to answer a question. The quiz master, finally got round to B.J. (before she exploded) and asked for her answer. Confidently and looking a trifle smug she answered. Quizmaster looked at her and said 'No!' and moved on. The girl looked suitably crestfallen, as did her partner.
The hotel staff had obviously got the Christmas spirit although the carol singers looked like they had been press ganged into service.
We met another British couple next door to us and soon we were quaffing wine by the jugful. Rob and Amanda, from Cornwall, had taken a career break and were travelling round for 5 odd months. After loads of vino we headed back to town where we popped into a salsa bar for a bit.
Very soon we were salsa'ing away and the wine was flowing. During a particularly energetic move Sarb twisted his ankle. Not too bad but painful all the same.
All four of us wobbled back over the bridge into Hoi An.
Bus duly arrived and we had a pleasant journey, arriving at about 1pm. Unfortunately the bus stopped some 1.5km away from our hotel, and in the blistering heat, decided to walk it. By the time we almost had to stop for a rest we reached our hotel, the Vinh Hung 1!
The hotel lobby is crammed with dark furniture; has the feel of an antique shop. Quite a sight. Checked into our simple and comfortable room and then went exploring.
Pottered round Hoi An marvelling at the art shops and galleries, the trinket shops and the numerous tailors' shops. Jo was determined that we should buy each other Christmas presents, despite Sarb reminding her that his skills in this department were pretty limited to begin with and that by asking him to buy presents in one hour in a strange town in a strange country was asking for trouble. 1 hour later Sarb had bought a few trinkets and Jo had done the same. We wrapped them up in the room and then went off for grub.
Had a great pizza at Good Morning Vietnam and then decided where we would like to have our Christmas dinner. Found a couple of possibilities.
For dinner tonight the good people at the Vinh Hung hotel chain were throwing a free food bash at the Vinh Hung resort hotel about 1 km away. Jo and I tooled up at about 8pm and settled ourselves in the garden with a bottle of wine.
The food was great and although the entertainment was a trifle eccentric it was all good fun. Especially the Bridget Jones moment where a British girl on a nearby table almost launched herself into the air with her hand as she strained to be picked to answer a question. The quiz master, finally got round to B.J. (before she exploded) and asked for her answer. Confidently and looking a trifle smug she answered. Quizmaster looked at her and said 'No!' and moved on. The girl looked suitably crestfallen, as did her partner.
The hotel staff had obviously got the Christmas spirit although the carol singers looked like they had been press ganged into service.
We met another British couple next door to us and soon we were quaffing wine by the jugful. Rob and Amanda, from Cornwall, had taken a career break and were travelling round for 5 odd months. After loads of vino we headed back to town where we popped into a salsa bar for a bit.
Very soon we were salsa'ing away and the wine was flowing. During a particularly energetic move Sarb twisted his ankle. Not too bad but painful all the same.
All four of us wobbled back over the bridge into Hoi An.
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12/24/2006 04:50:00 am
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