Golf 1 Hotel Dalat

... coped (just, with self-talk and sweating, trying to fend off the shakes) with the first swing bridge, but when Ro said that there was a 2nd bridge that was "more crazy" I asked if we could take a detour! He told me half way across that some people cry when crossing the bridge, I told him I was crying inside..!<br><br>We went through coffee, tea and fruit plantations and climbed a hideous hill, although the word hill doesn't do it justice, my lungs were ...

... clapped. You'd think the captain in the cockpit just landed a Boeing 777 on the runway after a troubled and turbulence-laden flight.<br><br>The rest of the drive was uneventful and we made it to Dalat in 4 hours instead of 3, not too shabby. This town is what my sister calls the Saint-Sauveur of VN and is where all the honeymooning couples come for a bit of cooch and smooch. It is located high in the mountains and the temperature is rather cool so we ...

... by the end of the day. Plus, my heel still wasn't fully recovered from my Nha Trang waterpark incident so I was hobbling again by the end of the day!<br><br>(For more info on the canyoning tour we did: http://groovygeckotours.net/prog2.html) <br><br>We got back early (well, about 2pm) and promptly passed out! We then ended our day with monopoly and beers at The Hangout!<br><br>On the Saturday, we hired a bike and went sightseeing. The rains made it a bit stop/start but we still ...

... us and each asked us why we didnt book with them. How embarrassing! And it seems all tour guides, easy rider or not talk to each other. <br><br>We took another tour today booked through our hotel and it turned out it was Lan's best friend and he knew exactly what our plans are before we even told him!! Great tour though and very personal. We spent the day with three vietnamese people, Van - a girl who works in our hotel, Hiep, our ...

... im fond of storms and since we have been in Asia there has been at least some thunder and lighting every night. Sometimes it does be a big storm and its class. The final run into Na Trang was sweeet as it was dusk and the last part of the road ran along the coast before the bright lights of the city and civilisation brought an end to the trip. We stayed a t a lovely wee hotel and went out for a night on the town where my perfect day was ruined firstly by Claire ...

... various themed rooms and the overall ambiance of the hotel is nightmarish, characterized by twisting stairwells, faux wire spiderwebs, imitation trees and bizarrely shaped windows and bedrooms. It is a mockery of architecture, but apparently a source or pride for the community, as photos of the architect are proudly displayed all over the establishment in addition to an entire room dedicated to a biography of her life. After the Crazy House we walked past the gorgeous ...

... and drinking and<br>decided to stop by. Just ordering french fries was a task and seemed to<br>take forever. While waiting for our order we befriended the other peeps<br>at the next table and they shared a shot of the rice wine with us<br>(gross) and gave me their emails. It was a nice way to end our stay in<br>DaLat. While we loved the cool Da Lat air, we were ready to move on<br>since we wanted to see so many things in such a short amount of time. <br><br ...

... They're aren't any other airplanes in sight - just us. The captain leisurely parks the plane steps from the entrance. I step out and I'm momentarily taken over by the fresh air and cool breeze across my face. I close my eyes, and stop in my tracks. Oh my gosh! I had forgotten what clean air smelled like! And the breeze, the cool air! I feel like I'm home!!! What a welcome relief from the heat and humidity in ...

... rocks as we followed a pretty loose path over to a viewpoint. <br><br> <br><br>It was actually quite precarious clambering over wet rocks in the rain, but I guess that also made it more fun. <br><br>The view from the ledge was cool though, well worth it so far. <br ...

... Kiwis, Brits, etc. much more interesting and likable than Americans until now. <br><br>BTW, I've probably been referring to Vietnamese places or things in a few different ways. The Vietnamese language is monosyllabic (is that a word?), meaning every word has only one syllable. Thus, the city of Sai gon becomes Saigon in English. Da lat becomes Dalat, and so on. I probably switch back and forth because both are common...ignore it.