(written after boarding the train in Hue)
I’m really upset right now. I’m on the train from Hue to Danang since I read that the journey was beautiful even though my final destination is Hoi An. I met some other people (German man and Chinese woman) before boarding who are doing the same thing, so I’m going to share a taxi with them. However, I wanted a seat on the train and I’m stuck in a sleeping berth on a bed which someone slept on last night and has dirty sheets. The floor has dirt and hairs and I’m not pleased. I'm fuming actually. I booked the ticket through the hostel and they advertised a soft-seat, not a soft-sleeper. I tried to communicate this idea with the train guards, but they don’t understand me. Urrr. So now I’m stuck for the next three hours sitting up on a bed, which is much less comfortable than sitting in a chair. At least I’m going the right direction, but I’m just so pissed that I got this seat. Anyway, guess I’m just gonna look out the window and enjoy the views like I’m supposed to.
I’m really upset right now. I’m on the train from Hue to Danang since I read that the journey was beautiful even though my final destination is Hoi An. I met some other people (German man and Chinese woman) before boarding who are doing the same thing, so I’m going to share a taxi with them. However, I wanted a seat on the train and I’m stuck in a sleeping berth on a bed which someone slept on last night and has dirty sheets. The floor has dirt and hairs and I’m not pleased. I'm fuming actually. I booked the ticket through the hostel and they advertised a soft-seat, not a soft-sleeper. I tried to communicate this idea with the train guards, but they don’t understand me. Urrr. So now I’m stuck for the next three hours sitting up on a bed, which is much less comfortable than sitting in a chair. At least I’m going the right direction, but I’m just so pissed that I got this seat. Anyway, guess I’m just gonna look out the window and enjoy the views like I’m supposed to.
(in Hoi An)
Part of the train ride was beautiful but I did spend some of the time pissed off about my seating situation. When I got off, I found the people and met three other women who also wanted to go to Hoi An. We were lucky enough to have someone offer 50,000 a person for a nice air-conditioned mini-bus. One of the girls, Philippa was also travelling on her own, so we decided we would share a room. The hotel we were dropped off at was $25 a night, so we ended up finding another nice one for only $15. By that time it was after 2pm, lunch time, so we dined at Café 43 (shared the famous white rose dish, fried wonton and chicken with lemongrass – all scrumptious), next door to the hotel. Before we walked to Old Town, I stopped to my bus tickets (now have the ticket from Hoi An to Nha Trang to Dalat to Mui Ne to Ho Chi Minh.
Philippa and I walked around town for a bit along the waterfront and the old streets. There are tons of tailors, galleries and restaurants, all in 200 year old restored building. Along the way I found the restaurant that Greg and Faun ate at in 1997 (excited to try it) and Hai Café for Red Bridge Cooking School (signed up for a half-day class on Saturday). We stopped for a drink (at a place having happy hour), then went to Morning Glory Street Food Restaurant for dinner. We shared the Cao Lau and prawn curry (huge prawns) before deciding on the profiteroles for dessert. I realized how nice it is to shared food with someone; you can try so much more. It was only 8:30pm when we finished dinner, so we walked around a bit more before trying to find an ATM and heading back to the hotel.
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