For three days Christina and I enjoyed the quaint Vietnamese town of Hoi-An. Hoi-An is located in the middle of Vietnam along the eastern coast a few miles south of China Beach and Danang which the US military used as a major port of entry for the Vietnam War. Within Vietnam, Hoi-An is especially known for its ubiquitous clothing and tailoring industry so we decided to look into getting some inexpensive tailor made clothing. A few steps from our hotel we found To To Tailoring where Christina and I had several items made from the raw fabric and silks we picked out. I am now the proud owner of two tailor made suits which only cost 50.00 each and Christina now has a very pretty, green dress.

While in Hoi-An we strolled through the old town district, biked to the nearby beach and attended a Catholic mass. There happened to be no air conditioning in the church and so Christina and I sweated it out in 95 degree heat for the hour long service alongside the seemingly unaffected Vietnamese congregation.Besides the heat, Hoi-An was a very nice break from all the horns and hectic urban pace that we left in Hanoi and that will undoubtedly greet us at our next stop in Ho Chi Minh City (the former Saigon).

We are now feeling like life on the road is officially starting to wear on us a bit. On a trip such as this the only constants are change, our daily malaria pills and one another - one begins to miss the many constants of life at home.On our last day in Hoi-An, one of our travel constants - our malaria pills - reminded us that constant does not necessarily mean comforting. Having missed our nightly 9PM malaria pill, Christina and I took the pill in the morning about 20 minutes before walking down to breakfast. About fifteen minutes later we both started to feel very, very ill.An instant later Christina is throwing up in the toilet while I am throwing up in the bath tub alongside her. After the nausea passed, Christina turned to me and said "I guess this is one of those bonding moments." I'll say.

-Todd