DaNang

So woke up on the speeding train to DaNnag. A few things to note.
- do not leave your shoes on the ground, or else the Asian man sharing your cabin may use them. Without asking.
-Bring your own sheets- conspicuous hairs on the others.
-Bring food, not just wasabi peas.
-The train is very cold- "the train has never been colder"- Katie.
-Organize someone to pick you upor else every single taxi driver when you arrive will harrass you.

Katie looking depressed on the train:

So after arriving a couple of hours early, Katie and I found a taxi driver who took us to our hotel at a very overcharged price. Nicole and Garth smartly went straight to HoiAn.

See, Katie and I were planning to treat DaNang as our vacation within a vacation. I went to DaNnag once before with my family and I remember staying in this gorgeous hotel and absolutely loving the beaches and close by village. Turns out this was not the DaNang we were in.

Instead it was a lot of buildings, a lot of motorbikes, no beaches, and confusing roads. Katie and I grabbed a small lunch at the hotel and then lounged around for a bit in the room. We caught up on reading, email etc.

For dinner we tried to find this restaurant that was run by deaf people, instead we got completely lost, walked forever, and found out we were on the wrong side of the river. We would both say- low point of the trip.

Back at the hotel, we had spaghetti, garlic bread and M&M's for dinner. Because we are foreign we were overcharged, of course. Just adding to our so far dislike of DaNang.

We decided to shorten our stay to one night and to head down to Hoi An tomorrow. Booked a hostel their, watched some Moulin Rouge (Katie had never seen it), then went to bed.