Our time hanging (like lanterns) in Hoi An has finally come to an end. It has been very restful indeed and we even went swimming a few times in the crystaline blue pool at our hotel. Fairly sure we were bumping into icecubes at one stage - hard to believe the water could be so cold when day time highs were still in the mid to high twenties - but there you have it. The locals are wearing puffy-jackets and maybe our blood is getting thinner as well. We are defin...

We debarked at Da Nang station happy to be on solid ground again and met our ‘Man with the Sign’. Unless there’s great public transport (European Airport to City trains) (or non-corrupt cabs... nope... can’t think of anywhere actually), we like to treat ourselves to a private transfer after a long trip - whether by plane or train. 17 hours on the SE4 train, Saigon to Da Nang certainly counts. The fixed price transfer, even including the guesthouse marku...