Royal Hotel Da Nang

Last night I got smart & ordered coffee to be delivered to our cabin at 0600. The knock came at 0550 which was just fine. It is sure great having that 1st morning cup of coffee and now we do not have to 'fight' the crowds for coffee on the Lido deck. The coffee machines upstairs are pretty slow & they sometimes have urns of coffee available but not always. The service on this ship (and I assume all HAL ships) is certainly gone down, it is not a big deal ...

... we took the bikes. The buses go too fast and we heard this week that the train had derailed and fallen down the mountain a couple of years ago so we actually prob took the safest option!! and we got to see so much of the countryside and stop off anywhere we wanted for photos. <br>Check out the Hai Van pass bit on Top Gear! think its about 40 mins in on this link:<br>http://videos.streetfire.net/v ideo/Top-Gear-Vietnam-Specail_208329.ht m <br>thats us that is. <br><br>Our ...

... his Puma thongs being stolen several months ago. When Paul and Jol visited, they brought another pair, which was great. When we had a chance to assess what had gone missing in the flood, there was only one thong in the house and Mark was beginning to think these bloody thongs were bad luck. Anyway, after noticing Paula&#8217;s conical hat in the block of land next door, presumably washed there, he went exploring and found the thong submerged in the mud about 10 metres away ...

... eyes &amp; stinging! Crazy! <br><br>After many rest stops we made it up the stairs to some great views &amp; then in several caves where there was shrines to all types of things. They seem to worship a lot of stuff here - Ancestors, Buddhism, Confuscism, Taoism to name a few ...

... us who was trying mightily to escape the flowing water over the sidewalk. It actually decided to climb up my ankle. I could not believe it. First we watched a rat sniff a woman's foot at a restaurant in Hue, then Bill had a frog land on him (forgot to write about that), and now this. I still shudder to think of it.<br><br>The river continued to rise to the point where it was lapping at the steps of some of the shops and restaurants. We thought it would be a good idea ...

... from buildings and dumped in the museum. However, the more you saw, the more impressive they seemed. We learnt about some bloke who has a thing for these sculptures so set up the museum and has done a massive preservation drive for them. When the Americans were bombing the area around Hoi An, they hit My Son which is an area with loads of Cham Sculptures so this blokey ...

... of completing this previously saved entry) <br><br>On sunday we headed to My Son which are ruins of temples built by the Cham minority population of Vietnam who lived in an area around southern Cambodia and Vietnam. These people (although apparently now living mainly in Thailand and following a branch of Islam) followed a version of Hinduism, worshipping the three gods Vishnu, Shiva and Ganesh (the one with an elephant for a head) and are also responsible for the ...

... taxi" "motorbike taxi" and we had no idea where we were going so we went back in the station for some chill out time.<br>We were chating to these two Vietnamese girls who were very helpful and pointed us straight to the best beach, My khe beach which was 3km from the city centre, We ended up going with the really annoying motorbike taxi guy as it turns out he was really nice, Mr T was his ...

... traumhafte Straende, Affen und leid** auch Quallen. Die dem aufg**egtem rumgewinke und "don't go th**e" g**ufe uns**es Guides offensichtlich auch nicht ganz ungefaehrlich zu sein scheinen. Naja, danach war das Schwimmen irgendwie ein bisschen unentspannt. Ich bin Nachmittags von Halong Bay zurueck gekommen und habe dann sofort am Abend den Nachtzug nach Sa Pa genommen. Sa Pa liegt in den B**gen und ist Landschaftlich einfach nur unglaublich schoen. Ich ...

... to take me but the brother said it was too dangerous because they had all been drinking including himself. What followed was a 20 minute argument over who was going to take me to the Seventeen Saloon, with the brother shouting at the friend, insisting that I take a taxi and not a motorbike. Eventually, the brother grabbed my arm and said he would take me himself because then he would get to talk to me longer and then invited me to hang out with ...