Hoi An

Hoi An was damp and beaten up ... a whole other world from the previous cities we'd seen. Despite all the mishap, things seemed to carry on as normal. With flood warnings for the following day, first thing we did was book a flight out. We had 24 hours to take in as much as we could.


The streets reeked of character, each building offering its own uniqueness. Stores lined the tiny alleys selling anything and everything one could possibly need or want. We had one week left in Vietnam. With no set plans, neither one of us was buying. A bit unfortunate as it's a haven for bargain shoppers.


We hired a taxi for the afternoon to take us to My Son. It was very peaceful. Lacking sun and blue skies, it still proved to be breathtaking.

The hotel we stayed at was $18US for the night and was the worst so far. The toilet seat was broken, the shower spit drops of water. The beds were damp and the TV wasn't working. Mom wasn't overly happy to be there and I tried reminding her that it was only one night out of an entire lifetime. If one can look at it that way, it really seems small and unimportant ... we were lucky to have a roof over our head and a bag of (somewhat) dry clothes.

In any other season, I'm sure Hoi An is a great place to hang your hat for a few days or so. We were glad to board that plane and be on our way out, however ... this time heading to our final destination, Hanoi.

It was a quick flight and just like that, we were thrown back into the mad city life of Vietnam.