mickan in world

Nha Trang had one night to prove itself as a worthwile destination. Jossan and I were only spending the night there on our way to Hoi Anh; thought we'd split the 14 hour jerney and have us a little party. But I guess it proved itself really well. We had the best time! Hooking up with a group of Canadians whom we met at the restaurant were we had dinner. Jossan did the intro; by ordering the smokiest dish on the menue, she forced them to start conversation sinse they were literally covered in our smoke. Good future tip: Order hotpot! Well, the night went on like the good old times in Koh Pha Ngang; we got far to drunk on cheap buckets (sorry mum and dad) and had a jolly good time at the infamous Sailing Club.

We actually made our way to Hoi Anh the following day. Meeting up with Andrew and taking the night bus (thanks again Conor for the travelling pillow, real life saver). We actually slept okay ond arrived in Hoi Anh around 6 am. We spent the day walking around and looking at tailor shops; for which the town is famous. There are so many! It's ridiculous, but rather amusing. "Madame, you come look in my shop!" Well I actually had a skirt sewn, for Laos (no showing knees or shoulders when teaching) and a blouse and a pair of red, high heeld shoes (very sinnful) made. Classy!
The days we spent here has gone by very fast, we've rented bikes and sone to the beach. We've walked around the old town and had a taste of the local delicasses. Taking it easy and enjoying the 20 cent beer (2kr). Just enjoying ourselves and eachothers company. Yesterday was Jossans last day and we spent it with some real quality time. We went and spoiled ourself with some one-dollar-manicure and pedicure (mine bright green, I have Shrek toes; high fashion!) and Jossan got the hair removed from her legs with a thread and some pain.
The night we spent at the bars, having a laugh. By the way Happy Valentine's everybody! This tradition actually last all the way to Vietnam; Andrew was the sweetest yesterday, he got both me and Jossan roses, so we spent the evening sucking up to him. Haha, no we had a great time.

It wasn't at all funny saying good bye to Jossan this morning. She has been the best travel companion one could ask for. We have gotten along so well it's almost ridiculous; always in the mood for the same things both compromising when not. I'm really going to miss her. When you read this Jossan I just want you to know this: Thanks, for this trip! It will not be our last. I wish you the best of luck in Australia, although I know you won't need it. You'll have the time of your life.

So I'm off solo; well not completely solo, I'm sticking with Andrew for a bit, at least a week or so til we get to Hanoi. After that things are open but that works for me.
Today we had quite an adventure. We got the bright idea of renting a motorbike and going to Danang. Well, when we set off we realised none of us could actually drive. It turned out I was the most experienced driver; having driven John-Michaels scooter two times in Bastad. So I got behind the wheel. My fist discovery was that the bike had shifts, it was not an automatic as JM's. Very well, I thought, if I could pull off getting my driver's licence I should pull off driving a moped. And I did! I drove all the way to Danang; where we discovered we had no real lock. But we took the chance and just locked it with the key and took a walk along the river. When we got back we got on our bike and drove away. After a while I noticed that the brake was a little different and Andrew pointed out that we had much more gaz than when we started. Suddenly we realized: It's not our bike! But it worked with our key. Puzzled we turned around and was greated by a very helpfull bunch of old men. Our bike though was not to be found. At first we thought that someone might have misstaken their bike for ours and we actually considered taking the wrong bike back to Hi\oi Anh. Until the owner showed up, and angrily took his bike back. there we were without a bike, I could just see it o clearly; having to pay for a new bike. We paniked slightly. But were well taken care of by the helpfull Vietnamese men. After a while Andrew thought he'd take a look around the neighbouring streets to see if he could find the bike. When I saw him come back with it I almost cried of relief. We had been on the wrong street all along! Tank God. We had a coffe with the helpfull Vietnamese, and bought them cigarettes as a thank you and then we set off again. The question still stands though: How could we use our key in someone else's bike!?

On the way back we stopped by Marble Mountains. A wonderful, peacefull monastary and view point; serene enough to calm our upset nerves. I can still feel my heart beating.

Now we're off for dinner..
Roses and pink kisses