My night bus from HCMC to Nah Trang was surprisingly comfortable. Everyone had their own bed and a shelf for their things. I managed to sleep on and off for most the journey. We arrived in Nah Trang just after 6amand I was bombarded as soon as I got off the bus; taxi, hotel, lady lady lady! I had googled where the hostel I was going to stay at was from the bus stop, so knew it was walkable, even though everyone kept telling it was too far and to stay at their place instead.

I did the walk to the hostel and was told a bed wasn't ready for me yet but I could wait in the common area until one was. In there was just bodies of sleeping people, either waiting for a bus or doing the same as me. I ended up falling asleep on the floor, when the receptionist woke me and two other girls up and told us there were now beds so we moved and passed out in the dorm. We all must have been tired as we woke up at 3pm!

We ventured out in the rain and had a walk, before ending up at a Vietnamese restaurant that one of the girls had been recommended. It didn't disappoint! After dinner we walked down to the beach but it was a bit eerie in the dark and so walked up to a bar that the tiny Vietnamese host refused us to pass without buying a beer. A few beers down and we were all ready to pass out again, I guess it's a sign of how tired we were!

The next day we spent the morning on the beach and the afternoon exploring a temple across town, before I got ready to get my next night bus. This was very different to the previous one, the seats were horrendously uncomfortable, and the girl in front of me complained she couldn't fully recline her seat when I had my bag by my feet, so I ended up having it on top of me for the full 13 hours! On top of that it was boiling and the French girl in the bunk next to me kept turning the air con off, the driver kept letting locals on so every inch of space had a Vietnamese family squeezed into it and he was driving stupidly fast over the pot holes and beeping his horn for the duration. Safe to say I didn't sleep.. but will just have to put it down to an experience…

There aren't really any hostels in Hoi An, so I booked myself a room at a hotel other backpackers along the way had recommended. This was such a luxury! A double bed to myself and my own bathroom!!I had breakfast and a mini nap before venturing out to find a tailor to make my bridesmaids dress for my brother's wedding. There are apparently over 500 tailors in Hoi An, some good some not so, so I was concerned about finding a good one but used my instincts and picked one and got measured up and haggled a price and was told to come back the next day for a fitting. Couldn't believe they could make something so fast!

I went for a nice walk into the centre of the town, the architecture is so amazing, I've never seen anywhere like it! You can see the French involvement everywhere. It wasn't long before the heavens opened and I took refuge in a café along with a Canadian man, and sat chatting until it was a bit safer to venture outside again!! I explored some of the streets and shops before heading back to the hotel. I had dinner at a little open restaurant nearby, I started getting fidgety when I'd been waiting for over 40 mins for my food when the woman came and told me they had to go and get more ingredients! Luckily it was worth the wait.

The sun was shining the following day , and I decided to hire a bike to explore a bit more. First stop was the tailors where I had a fitting for my dress and it fitted perfectly so I took it home there and then, if I had room I would have got loads made there I think! Back on my bike I decided to cycle all the way to the coast which took about 20 mins and was definitely an experience as anything seems to go in the traffic, and whoever has the most balls has right of way. I made it to the beach passing a shop that sold literally anything you could possibly want in inflatable form. I chilled out at the beach for a while and found a little place to have lunch, and then cycled back to town. This was even crazier to cycle round, I soon learnt that when there are 5 seconds left to go on the red light is when you are meant to go, otherwise you get beeped at. In fact you get beeped at anyway whatever you do.

The next day was pouring with rain once again, so adorning my fetching flowery poncho I got in Japan, I braved outside and explored a new bit of the town but the rain was just getting heavier so I had a lazy day back at the hotel, I even watched a couple of movies which was definitely a novelty and reorganised my backpack before leaving Hoi An the next day.