12th – 15th December
The Bus from Hoi An to Nha Trang was an experience. Tom, Laurence, Jack and I waited at the bus stop with a few others. When the bus rolled up for the 12 hour trip, it was almost full! As I boarded last, I couldn’t see any more recliner seats down the back with the other boys, so I had to sit up in the very front on my own. It wasn’t all that bad, I was in the top bunk, and really the only bother was the drivers music, so I put my ipod in and got a few hours sleep. I woke up at sunrise, sat up, and there was the driver snorting meth off a glass ashtray right in front of me!
We rolled into Nha Trang mid-morning and checked in to Mai Huy Guesthouse. For about $7 each Jack and I got a twin room with ensuite, which was cleaned every day.
We spent the first day in Nha Trang at the beach, bodysurfing the shorebreak.
The next day we went to the Vinpearl Island theme park. It had a few good waterslides, and at the end we got on a ride that I thought was similar to The Claw (at Dreamworld) and we spent the next 10 minutes spinning 20m above the ground upside down. On the 14th we went to the mud baths.
We went out that night and met some South African girls at the Red Apple bar, then we went together to the Why Not? bar until the early morning. We didn’t really think about the fact that we had a snorkeling trip booked for 7am. I woke up at 7am to a phone call from reception, telling us to hurry up and get down to the bus to the dock. Jack and I threw on some clothes and scrambled for the door. The snorkeling was good, but we were pretty hungover. When we got back to the docks I couldn’t find my thongs, someone had taken mine and left their tiny ones, so I had to walk back to the guesthouse in bare feet.
When I got back, there was a note from the South African girl, saying:
‘Hey, I don’t know how this happened but somehow I’ve lost my thongs, maybe you accidentally took them? I’ve taken yours, I hope thats ok. If you do have mine can you drop them off to me when you get the chance?’
Suddenly, it all made sense. In my rush to go snorkeling, I put on her thongs, too hungover to realise they were 4 inches too short! I ran down to the dive shop, collected the thongs and a few hours later, embarrassed, swapped back with her. That night, for the first time in a while, we didn’t go out, and we caught the bus to Mui Ne the next morning.