Part 73: No more busses.... Everything about the Mojzo hostel was pretty much perfect, and to say it was friendly would be stating the obvious. Simple things like being called by your name by all, and I mean all the staff there was a lovely touch. The girls here would fuss over you, like make sure you have inspect repellent on or adequate sun protection. I only wish me and Jack actually listened to them about that though. We both fell asleep on the beach forge...

Part 72: Nha Trang.... I tried my very best to get comfortable on the bus, but quickly realised that no matter how much I moved and wriggled, this was as good as it was going to get for me. Plus the same incessant beeping as we over-took scores of chugging mopeds started to make my head spin already! Luckily we would be stopping in Hoi An, which conveniently enough, is only 40km away from Da Nang for a few hours to pick up more passengers - meaning we would get...