What a beautiful but sad day. Beautiful because the weather was perfect.
Sad because I said goodbye to Bobs
at the start of her long trip back to UK and with her first exam on Friday. It’s been great having her with me. We’ve had a lovely time together but now I am back to solo travelling again.
On returning to the hotel, it was still hot and sunny so I took a stroll along the beach (north this time) where not only were people of all ages exercising
but also a young man was practicing his bartending skills
whilst others were involved in very serious card games
and someone who hadn’t been told it was raining was taking a stroll along the water’s edge.
Before returning to the hotel, I had to pick up some laundry from a scruffy little outlet tucked away in the back streets. But, could I find it again? Well, not initially as I passed the strange looking tower on the sea front which has been described as a cross between a lotus and a rocket
meandered through the market stalls
and some narrow alleys
where drying washing gave me a clue I was close. £1.40 for 8 items washed – but not ironed, I’m afraid. Not their fault though as I just said ‘laundry, please’, not ‘laundry and iron, please’. Silly me.
It always amazes me what a difference a bit of sunshine makes. I wasn’t too sure about Nha Trang at first but ever since the sun has shone it has grown on me.
Having said that, I’m not sure I will rush to return as, apart from anything else (Boom, boom music, direct flights from both Russia and China!), it’s in the wrong place!. Being on the east coast of Vietnam, the sun goes off much of the beach early to mid afternoon. And for a serious sun worshipper, that’s a problem.
Tomorrow I am up early doors and off north to Hoi An – another new destination for me – where I will be ensconced in my new dwelling well before Bobs arrives in UK, poor thing.
Phileas
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