Upon arrival we were both well on our way to achieving drunken status as we'd been doing shots with our 4 new vietnamese friends - it's very rude to refuse drinks and i wasn't in the mood to upset our new found hosts. We booked into a reasonable hotel within easy access of all the bars and restaurants and managed to find the main bar in town 'the sailing club'
. Quite a poncy bar by day, decent menu and well laid out. By night it's full of drunken debauchery where a drink entitled 'jam jar' is regularly poured. It consists of vodka, orange and redbull. It's now worth pointing out that, if i buy a vodka mixer in England i usually moan that there's not enough vodka in it. However, in Vietnam, the vodka is cheaper than both the orange and redbull and is poured 2:1 in ratio with both the redbull and orange. This = one strong strong drink! A few of these and you truely believe you can fly!! So, a very hazy night ensued!!
Whislt in Nha Trang we hired a motorbike on 2 occassions. This was (a) good fun but also (b) very dangerous! At one point we were forced off the road and onto the pavement as an oncoming truck decided that he 'would' go for the dodgy overtake, his theory being 'my truck is bigger than your bike'! However, whilst on the bike we were able to properly explore the coast line and visit everywhere we wanted to get to all at a stupidly cheap price.
We wakeboarded a couple of times and also went to a mud spa which was very amusing but made me feel ill and i realised that I DO need some toxins in my body afterall! As time wore on i realised that Sarah and i had got along famously and i was gutted to have to see her off in days that followed
. Now, i wasn't prepared for what Sarah was about to suggest, and it kinda knocked me sideways. We were chilling on the beach, i was talking crap as usual and we were ordering waiter service drinks. Sarah turned to me and said that she didn't want to return to the UK and was considering taking up travelling as a full time occupation and what did i think to that? I really wanted to shout 'GO TRAVELLING' but instead told her that my opinion would be completely biased as (a) i love travelling and (b) really like her so anything i said would completely swing in the 'go travelling' catagory. We discussed it and i told her to go away and think about things, which she did. The next day Sarah turned to me whilst on the beach and said that, after careful thought, that she had decided to travel for the next 6 months. She had to catch her return flight from Vietnam and tie up loose ends back in Blighty but would get a RTW ticket and be in Australia by September. So, we are now officially going out with eachother and we re-unite in Australia in 3ish weeks time.
Having endured a 24 hour train journey to Nha Trang, i was exhausted. Sarah and i shared a cabin (which i would compare to that of a prison) with 4 Vietnamese men. When we laid on our beds, our faces were no more than one and a half foot from the ceiling and, although i don't suffer from claustrobphia, i was not in the slightest comfortable with the situation. Our friends, James, Gary, Charlie and Nic were 4 carriages down and it was a relief to find them in the train bar at the very end of the train - also cramped. The long and short of it was that the train journey was shit and i will now really appreciate train journeys in Thailand.