Take it easy guys...
Trip Start Oct 01, 2007
99Trip End May 07, 2008
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The town itself with it's wide streets and espalande were in stark contrast to the narrow bustling streets of Hanoi and Hoi An. The food in Hanoi was better though. We came accross some Vietnamese wine one night which turned out to be spicy ribena. But it was worth the try. In fact that same restaraunt was one of the worst meals we'd had in Vietnam. Lou ordered steamed potatoes and basically ended up with a bunch of small mucky spuds with nothing else. You really have to be on the ball over here to get something nice to eat. For the most part if you order seafood or local dishes you'll be fine but anything out of the ordinary and they struggle. But the main thing is we've never gone hungry so there's always something to be thankful for. And did I mention the heat and the huge beach and the cheap beer and accomodation? Mucky spuds just made us laugh.
We went to a Rum promotion one night at one of the beach bars. There was a cover charge at the door which amounted to about 2 euro each but we reckon it was just a plot to keep out some of the unwanted locals. Some of these we met on the way home from the club. After getting our 4 free drinks (2 "large" jam jars of vodka and red bull and two large rum and cokes) we had a few more and ended up getting quite drunk. So upon leaving we were mildly harrassed by the usual crowd selling postcards, paintings and taxi rides. One particular girl took it upon hereself to pretend she was putting her arm around me asking if I wanted a taxi but straight away I could feel hands dipping into my pockets. Within a split second I copped she had dipped me and I told Lou as I checked to see what was missing while berating the girl for putting her hands in my pockets. At first it seemed all my money was there (forgetting I had two pockets, 4 in all, 2 on each side with money in each) but the camera was gone so I began screaming and shouting at a gang of about 5 of them waving my fists and talking about broken noses and jaws. The girl who dipped me (they all looked the same after all the drink) had snaked off somewhere in the background but the camera turned up soon. After a torrent of abuse I let the little tart who had it go. Two minutes later up the road I remembered the change I had in the other pocket and realised they had got it. It amounted to about 15 euro which is pittance at home but a lot of money out here. But thankfully we still had the camera with all our photos and the memory card still inside. We agreed that the 15 euro was easily the better thing to have been robbed but it still didn't stop me hoping she buys some undercooked chicken with the money and end up farting half her insides out with food poisoning. (truth be told I thought up much worse things but far to hash to mention here).
Still though Nha Trang was great. Plenty of food, beer, sun, sea and sand.