Ho Tram Beach Resort & Spa
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- Free High-Speed Internet
- Room service
- Swimming pool
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Was a little hungover this morning. I initially planned to meet Steve today but we postponed it until the following day. I had a shower and went to the French bakery close to the hotel. I had something to eat and a couple of coffees before returning to the hotel. I later went for a walk to the Christ statue on the hill. It was really hot and I was very sweaty by the time I climbed to the top but it was worth it. ...
We are sailing 11 kms from the Spratley Islands east of the south of Vietnam. The Captain tells us they consist of 750 atolls with no inhabitants. They are closely contested by Brunei, The Phillipines, Vietnam and China as they are rich fishing grounds and gas deposits. A lovely sunny, warm day today which is a welcome change from cloudy Hong Kong. Quite a few ...
... hotels and casinos and it rained on and off. It's not so much that the Vietnamese have forgiven America for their war, they just concentrate on hating the Chinese more. Minh Ho spewed some racist jokes at their expense from the front of his bike. While Emma struggled with wind, accent and taste.
Our first attempt to get a bed failed due to the local holidays and packed out resorts. It seemed our request to come to the Delta instead of an advertised route had Mr Hong out ...
... a doctor to look at the pictures. He said it would be hard to know exactly without a PET scan to see if the cancer has spread elsewhere but that treatment would most likely only extend her life and not get rid of the cancer. The Sisters don't have the money for her to receive treatment and the time it would take me to fund raise it would take too long. Sienna also mentioned that she would most likely get sick during treatment and need more medical attention so it's hard to know ...
... around turning the chandeliers on in each room. It was quite funny to look out toward the hustle and bustle of the street outside the ornate metal gates, but to stand serenely in the cool morning of a President's Palace. I wondered about the meetings that had taken place here and the dignatoriess that had visited. If only the walls could speak! I toured the rooms including the President's office, bedroom, dining room etc - not much was off limits. The decor ...