I had possibly one of the best night sleep in ages last night. The duvet is so poofy and smells so fresh and when i woke up i smelled the same smell of fresh washing, cigarettes and coffee that i would wake up to when staying at my grandparents house over the weekend. Comforts of home eh?

There is a dog that we can see when we are on our balcony which is always just sitting outside the aluminium shack looking bored. Last night I chucked the dog my ham from a sandwich and was lucky that i was able to aim as we were quite high up but he ate it almost before it touched the floor. I started my morning by going out onto the balcony and waving good morning to our pedigree chum. I can only hope he is a pet and not dinner!

We left the hotel and began our walk to go to the Crazy House. We used a map as reference. Dalat is a very hilly town and reminds me of Brighton or the isle of wight with large slopes, bends, small roundabouts and small alley ways threaded between buildings. It was around a 20 minute walk to the crazy house and when we approached it we were surprised by how many people were there, mainly Russian families with their stern faced children.

We paid 40,000D for entry and when we stepped inside it immediately reminded me of Black gang chine in the isle of wight. There was an artificial garden with large statues of mushrooms and stepping stones with a small river and tiny wooden bridge. The crazy house is actually just a whacky guesthouse which was designed by a woman to depict the beautiful landscapes surrounding Dalat.

We walked through some of the weird shaped buildings up weird steps and through small alleys where you could look at the rooms on offer. They looked like rooms that the seven dwarfs would live in, all very homely with furnishings made to look like the forest complete with a small tea table with cups and pots. We continued walking up narrow steps that arch over the LSD-esque garden into different buildings. The whole place looks like wonderland if Alice had taken 5 tabs of acid beforehand; beautiful yet somewhat malevolent.

We came across a room with two pianos inside and i took a seat on the white leather stool and attempted to play the demonic sounding piece that my mum had taught me when i was younger. I didn't quite manage it and didn't want to attract any unwanted attention so i stood up, defeated and walked away. Some of the walls of the crazy house are made to look like dripping candle wax but made of stone with beautiful turquoise, purple, orange and gold colouring. I spotted a ginger cat sleeping on one of the many levels and tried all the different staircases and routes to reach it but it was impossible.

Once we had walked around the whole vicinity we headed back to town to find a place to eat. On the walk back it began spitting, and it looked like it would pour as the clouds were such a dirty, deep shade of grey. Before we had found a place to eat it began pouring down. We walked in the rain for a while looking for a cafe called "The Hangout" but we never found it so we found shelter under an umbrella of a very very small coffee shop until the rain settled.

It never really settled but when it died down we headed to Dalat Center where the market is and into a street cafe; at this point the rain had started again falling violently from the heavy clouds and crashing onto the waterproof cagool of locals on their bikes. We were handed a menu and we both ordered Pho, the famous vietnamese noodle soup.

It arrived in a big bowl with a side of greens and chilli sauce to add. We both had a 333 beer with our noodles as we watched the rain cascading down onto the plastic roofs of the flower stalls opposite. We were planning to either go to the famous, colourful Pagoda or to the flower gardens but the downpour made both those options a bit hard. The pagoda is 8km out of town which would make a pretty hefty taxi fair so we decided against it and headed back to our hotel to see if the rain dies down.

We popped into the bakery before we went back for some sweet treats and as we were walking to our room we bumped into an elderly german lady who was with us on the bus here. She said the locals told her that was the last of the rain for today which gave us some hope so we got into our grand looking hotel room, rolled up and ate our cakes. The rain started to pour again pretty heavily which threw a spanner in the works for a motif.
We spent the evening in our room as the weather was awful. Dan went across the road to buy us fresh french baguettes to eat for dinner while we chilled out.