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Nha Trang is like the party zone of Vietnam's coastline - luckily the Shah and I arrived with just enough time to stroll down to the beach for a wander and a paddle before joining the fray! We met two lovely Canadian people and ended up drinking the night away with them in various bars, with lots of dancing and more air guitar to GNR. We accumulated quite a crowd by the end of the night, and when we went outside we were all shocked to discover it was raining - aside from a really light shower in Phnom Pehn, this was the first time I'd seen water falling out of the sky since leaving the UK!
The rain scuppered our plans to visit the jungle beach the days, so when we overheard a couple of English guys talking about going white water rafting while we were having breakfast, I asked if they'd mind me tagging along - they didn't, so I jumped at the chance! (and left poor Selina to sleep off her hangover!) I'm glad I did, because the rafting was brilliant. The two guys I'd tagged along with were hilarious company, and super competitive with each other - they couldn't keep their raft in a straight line, and each of them blamed the other! We took in it turns to share a raft with Kuan, our guide for the day, and whichever two of us weren't with him ended up zig-zagging across the whole river! I actually found that more fun though, even if we did get swept headfirst into trees a couple of times! We rafted 6km in total, with grade 2 and grade 3 rapids a long the way - I loved the rapids and wished there been more of them!
We got back to town just in time for me to find Selina to catch the night bus to Hoi An, which was an altogether horrible experience (the bus, not finding Selina). We got stuck in a block of five 'beds', on the bottom level right at the back of the bus. These were slightly higher than all the other beds, so there wasn't enough room to sit up properly, and no room to turn around because the beds we so close together. Add to this the fact that the road was so bumpy and full of pot-holes that it felt like a rollercoaster, and that it felt as though the beds had been specifically designed to be as uncomfortable as possible, and you can imagine that the journey wasn't exactly condusive to a good night's sleep! I reckon I dozed for about 3 hours overall, so I was feeling pretty rough by the time we arrived in Hoi An at 7am!
It looks like a very pretty town though, so hopefully I'll be able to report that it was all worth it next time!
Kimbob x
PS - Any members of El Wristo reading this may be amused to hear that as well as lots of places called Kim, I have also come across a cafe called Kem - I decided not to have a drink in there in the interest of safety for all concerned!
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