Hoi An

Brian spoke so highly of Hoi An that we decided to go there next instead of following our plan to head to Hanoi and Halong Bay. After all, if Brian wanted to go back to Hoi An, rather visit new places in Vietnam during his last few days in country, it must be good! We couldn't get plane tickets so we decided to go to the airport and try standby. If we didn't get on the plane, we would decide on the spot if we go to Hanoi with the tickets we had or go some place else altogether. All three of us got on the plane to Danang and took a 45 minute taxi to Hoi An.

After some difficulty with the driver, we were dropped of at the An Huy, a little boutique (but still very inexpensive) hotel that Brian had stayed in two weeks prior. They recognized him immediately and put us up for 1 night. We moved down the street to the Ha An, a relatively luxurious hotel, the next two nights. Very nice breakfasts were included at both hotels, with the An Huy's being more a little more traditional Vietnamese and the Ha An having more French influence (pastries!). (Have I mentioned that Vietnam is a country of eggs? There are many different kinds in the markets, and lots of them. I got to have fried or boiled eggs almost every morning!!! :-)

Hoi An is a city of tailors so I had some traditional and not so traditional clothes made. We wandered around the markets every day we were there. We took one trip out of the city on motorbikes. Brad and Brian rode automanuals and I rode an automatic (scooter). We drove 55km out to My Son, asking directions along the way to get there. What a drive! especially the 55km back during rush hour! and so very very hot.

My Son