With a healthy blast of sunshine cooking the air we clambered onto a local bus (number four if you're ever here) to Po Nagar - one of the few cultural delicacies that Nha Trang has to offer.

The Po Nagar Cham Towers are as old as the hills, hills built in the 7th Century that is, and has been restored of late to better show off their great architecture - the fact that the towers are still standing at all is testament to its makers.

The site has been repeatedly sacked and pillaged due to the precious materials used to build 'linga' (venerated Hindu statues). This eventually stopped however when someone had the foresight to simply build the statues out of stone rather than precious materials. As the place is a site of Hindu and Buddhist worship, all of the entrances face east. There are also ten huge pillars at the front of the temples which used to support a roofed meditation hall which, unfortunately, has failed to survive the ages.

When we got back to Nha Trang on the surprisingly reliable bus, I made my way to the Louisiana Brewery on the beach front; I was fearing that my tan was dwindling and insisted on a top up appointment with the sun. The bar had a wide range of flavoured beers which were great to sip at while I dangled my feet in the pool and listened to my music. I stayed by the pool as the beach front gets increasingly windy as the afternoon wears on.

Tan replenished we got caught our overnight bus to Hoi An. Brian, sat in front of me and from Texas, clearly had severe bowel problems. He shamelessly stank out the lower deck, though he didn't get off at the service stop so the plot thickened. It's actually a bold statement, flatulence in an enclosed, public area. It says, 'I am happy to offend and inconvenience you and hide behind a veil a mystery, hoping that I won't be apprehended.'

About half and hour into the journey a Vietnamese man (who worked for the bus company) curled up inside the luggage rack behind my seat, he managed to perch comfortably on the cusp of being intrusively close to me and remained there for the remainder of the journey.

Chelsea also proved a comical sight throughout the journey. She was sporting a extremely attravtive fanny pack as a means of evading pickpockets on the bus and ate an entire pineapple as you would a peach - it was a mixture of disturbing and admirably done.

We arrived in Hoi An after a stuffy, flatulency twelve hour drive. I was bloody exhausted.