There's no getting around it, Hoi An has too many tailors. The city is drowning in them. It is estimated that there are between three and five hundred tailors here thanks to the voracity of tourists.

Of course, myself and Chelsea were seduced by the idea of having something personable made, just as we were in India, and made swift work of studying tripadvisor for the best shops. Chelsea opted for pair of light cotton trousers; she had a very specific idea in mind and was thrilled with the outcome. I must admit, they do look nice. For myself I went for something a little racier. I'm not sure what you would call the material, I'm temped to say velvet though I feel that conjures up the image of a millionaire's nightgown, we shall stick with velvet until I am better informed. My velvet blazer come jacket is a deep bottle green with a tartan green, white and black lining. I realise that this sounds ghastly but it works! Trinny and Suzanna would be in awe of it.

On our last day in Hoi An we also had the pleasure of indulging in a coffee at the Reaching Out Tea House. An innovative and inspiring Mr Binh Nguyen created this business with the sole intention of support the near ten million disabled population of Vietnam. Nguyen (who has hundreds of streets named after him around Vietnam) is himself disabled, losing the use of his legs after a botched operation in his teenage years. Feeling the bitterness and loneliness of disability himself he sought to liberate others on similar conditions and now has a huge enterprise geared towards the empowerment and independence of the disabled. Running his business on fair trade principles his workers are paid 35% above the national average, are trained in craftsmanship skills, work eight hours a day and enjoy health insurance. I would say that Reaching Out is one of the few organisations here where tourist money is a guaranteed benefit to those receiving it and would whole heartedly recommend the tearoom (ran by deaf Vietnamese women) to anyone.

As it was a tea room however I had to endure Chelsea's absurd and hyperbolic remarks. An example of this would be, 'Oh my god! Look. How. Cute. That. Spoon. Is. I literally can't cope...' It was a trial as well as a pleasure.

We later caught a bus to Da Nang, a swift journey north, lasting about two hours.