is like a box of chocolates... Vietnam
After two days traveling further into the Vietnamese highlands on the rear of a motorbike, all I wanted was to chill and get to Hoi An. My butt needed a break, those bikes on those roads make for one good long vibration.
Back in Da Lat I took a leisurely last stroll around town after reserving a ticket on the 6pm bus to
– a reservation which means nothing if the bus driver decides to leave 45 minutes early. 'No problem, I put you on another bus' says the girl at the desk. She makes a couple of phone calls. I so wish I understood Vietnamese. Finally her eyes brighten and she hangs up. 'Okay, no problem. Only driver, you and one more person,' she tells me. ‘To Da Nang , you get off at Hoi An.’ Sweet I figure. Plenty of room to stretch out for the overnight trip. Da Nang