Our final morning was spent at the Forbidden City, which was beautiful but hot and long, and by the time we jumped on the bus to Hoi An we were soaking in our own personal puddles of sweat. Not a good look really. But our hotel had a pool, and we kind of flew past reception and into it pretty much immediately on arrival.
Hoi An is one of the most touristy parts of Vietnam – wtith nothing but beaches and tailors. Not having a need for clothes in this whole unemployed travelling thing, you can guess what was planned for the next two days.
The evening included divine spring rolls, Caprioska cocktails in buckets (buckets people! Buckets!) and a bunch of Irish tourists who loved Home and Away and Alf Stewart. Some things just shouldn’t be exported.
-Sarah
Sarah