Arrived in Hoi An relatively well rested. At some point the demon child had gone to bed and got off the bus during the journey, so the last leg was in blissful silence. Firstly we went and dropped our bags off at the hostel and chilling out for a bit after the long journey. We then wandered into town with Sandra (a German girl we had often bumped into) to have a look round. Hoi An is famous for its number of tailors and before long we were walking down whole streets of shops displaying suits and dresses. We all had a look in various shops to inquire about price/time period etc. None of us places any orders that day but felt like we had looked around a lot. As the day moved into afternoon,me and Tom went for some local lunch and decided to try to get some bikes to head north on. People had told us it would be difficult to find any bikes in Hoi An, but the moment we started talking with the locals, every man and his dog seemed to be selling some. The owner of the restaurant that we ate at took us to his friend who was a bike mechanic and sale mans. We found 2 Honda Wins that looked nice and took them both for test drives. The one I was on wasn't great but did not show any immediate problems. Toms was fine on his and was getting on well. We agreed on a price of about $230 each for the bikes and rode away with our new Wins. We decided to try and head to the beach after a brief stop at home. It didn't quite go to plan. As we were shakily heading off - neither of us doing particularly well with the manual bikes in the crowded streets- my bike ran out of fuel. Tom had no mirrors and was leading the way so had no idea that I had stopped and soldiered on to the beach. I had to find fuel and then return back to the hostel to try and find a map that may have taken me to the beach. I set back off on my own, at the time I didn't know where/what tom was doing but assumed he would have carried on to the beach. I struggled my way around the town with a rather crude map before heading out of town along a long busy road. After about 10 minutes going in the same direction and no visible sign of the beach I decided to cut my loses and head for home. I couldn't quite remember the way back to the hostel and darkness was falling. Once it was dark the town seemed to change its road systems and light was hard to come by. In the end I stopped and asked a local for directions, and they pointed on my little map where I was and where to go. I was only one street away from where I needed to be, but in the dark just couldn't tell. I got back to the hostel eventually and just as I was climbing off my bike tom arrived back from the beach. After about 3 mins of losing me Tom had realised and waited around for a bit before heading on to the beach, knowing it was where we had planned to get to. He described the way there and to my disappointment I had been on the right road out of town, and if I had carried on for about 2 more minutes I would have been directly on the beach. It was a good learning experience and crashed out early after a hectic day. Tom also watch Middlesbrough lose in the play off finals to Norwich that evening, was a bit upset.