I've spent the last few days in Nha Trang, which has good beaches and good bars and not too much else besides. No complaints here though, I thoroughly enjoyed a few days of lying on the beach, getting thrown into the sand by crazy waves and getting random drinking injuries. There are loads of islands just off the coast but as the only way to visit them is on a tour where you inevitably get ripped off and bored, I decided to prioritise and just visit the one that sounded best...that being Monkey Island, inhabited by wild monkeys. I got a rip-off taxi to the rip-off boat with Sally and Kelly, as they have moto fear and bikes were out of the question as it was up a big hill, then spent a few hours waiting for the boat, sat on the boat for quarter of an hour and reached the island. It was good to see monkeys, they're cheeky little buggers....but then we were subjected to a show with dancing bears and suchlike which none of us could endure for more than 2 minutes. The idiot french people who had been on our boat seemed to find it hilarious though. I had intended to visit a pagoda and some towers which were meant to be acceptable tourist attractions but instead found myself on the beach most of the time eating cheese baguettes as a hangover cure and wondering how I had managed to get a big gash in my leg. And laughing at Tom who had been wrestling with moto drivers and had no recollection of it. We had an interesting hotel moment when we came back to find our room flooded the day after we arrived. I think it wasn't the first time it had happened however, as the staff were remarkably good at mopping up the water with their feet. I decided to stop over in Dalat for one night on the way to Saigon. It's a bit strange, it has a kind of out-of-season british seaside resort feel about it, even though it's not near the sea, and is definitely not in Britain. I arrived quite late so have no time to go out to see the surrounding waterfalls which I'm guessing are the highlight of the area, as I can't see too much charm in the city itself. The bus journey was interesting though, I though for some time that the driver was actually taking us to the end of the world, and that the end of the world was at the top of a neverending hill. It wasn't the end of the world at the top though as it turned out, it was Dalat. The mountain scenery was pretty spectacular I have to say.