Keeping the dignity
We are now in the lovely joint known as Hoi An, a world heritage listed spot famed for its tailors. Matt and I have already had ourselves fitted out for suits and we are just about to go for the first fitting. Awesome.
There is clearly no pot in this place. Bugger. However after the craziness of Hanoi, Hoi An is like a little country town. Hanoi Helen managed to score us a night in the ritziest hotel in town (and possibly Vietnam) for free. This meant live it up time. We spent the first few hours swanning around in bath robes sipping complimentary champagne and throwing sherds of pottery at the poor people.
The internet here in Hoi An, however, is clearly run by a mouse on a broken treadmill. And the same mouse seems to cope with running the telephone lines. A call to Oz basically consisted of repeated goes until the thing finally got through at some point. Fuck me. That was obviously karma for throwing the pottery.
Hanoi Helen and I rented a moto-bike and took the mofo all the way to Marble Mountains. This spot is unbelievable, with a whole shitload of temples and pagodas covering the mountain, which also consists of countless grottos, all filled with buddhas carved from the very livin rock. Unbelievable. The moto-bike experience was rool cool. I want one. The only thing was that I had to constantly be reminded of Helen clinging to the back of me that theydrive on the OTHER side of the road here. Well, mostly they do.
I'm off for a walking tour of the old town here this arvo. It actually costs to get in there. 50,000 dong (about $4.50 or so). Nice work if you can get it.
