Day 7 in Vietnam
03.28.2015 - 03.28.2015 85 °F
I woke in the morning on the train having to, well, "#2". TMI, I'm sure, but kind of frightening given that this was more of a local train and not a tourist train. Rick quickly informed me that he had had to pee at 4am, and I could expect squat toilets. In a careening train. Oh, no.
I went to the bathroom, but decided to abandon the #2 idea. No paper. No flusher. Squatting and hovering over a hole in the floor. Ick. I can handle this fine in a stationery bathroom stall, but not in a room that is sloshing from side to side. My thighs aren't that toned.
Well, the train was supposed to arrive in Da Nang at 8:30am, so I could hold it. On schedule, the train started to slow, I asked around in the hallway, "Da Nang?", and people nodded. Well, I guess this was our stop. Off we got. Faith, once again.
Upon our arrival, it was a total monsoon. Well, I guess I've never seen an acutal "monsoon" before, but it was raining like crazy. We got off the train and headed for the taxi station and hailed one to Hoi An - our next stop.
The taxi ride took about 30 minutes, and cost about $30 on the meter. Who cares. We were so beat. Maggie could do nothing but complain about her sunburn. All of us were very crabby and tired, despite sleeping soundly on the train.
We arrived at our hotel (Bach Dang Hotel) and checked in. Upon entering the room, it felt like we had walked into the king's quarters. The room was huge, with two single beds in one room and a double in an adjoining room. (Althogh we had paid $65, knowing that it had a pool and thinking we would want to use it. For $65 in Vietnam, when the hotel prices are about $25 for a family room, it had better be awesome.) We all fell flat on the beds, exhausted.
Upon further inspection, the room was not as aweome as it seemed. It was a bit dated, with the bathtub plunger not working (good thing I brought my own stopper), only the handheld shower working and not the tub spigot, the mini bar and laundry costing a fortune, and it being a 10 minute walk from the Old Town. But to us, it was fricking heaven.
Cary fell asleep immediately, with Maggie following shortly thereafter. I decided to read my book on my iPad (Wild) while Rick went out to explore for money and food. He returned with takeout Vietnamese, which we ate and all promptly fell asleep.
The Day of Rest had finally hit us. We spent the entire day in the room (other than Rick, who kept going out to get us supplies).
At around 5pm, we finally pulled ourselves together and headed out for the Old Town of Hoi An. The lady at the front desk informed us that it was a holiday today, and we saw a parade on our way into town. The town was absoluetely beautiful; all ablaze with lights. It was so quaint and gorgeous I almost couldn't believe what I was seeing. People were everywhere, but not in the same way as in Saigon. In Saigon, people were everywhere, commuting. Here, it was tourists mixed with locals and everyone was on the streets in a party sort of atmosphere. The pictures do no justice to the beauty of it all.
We made our way to the river, where we had dinner on a boat restuarant docked on the river. While we ate, we watched beautiful colored lanterns flow down the river. (We found out later that the lanterns are mainly sold to tourists for no real purpose, but they really do make the scene!) We made our way back to the hotel, booked another night, and fell asleep again. By this time in the trip, I guess we just needed to rest.