Postcards from abroad
We are so sorry that we’ve come to the end of our grand adventure, some of which was even more adventurous than we’ve reported (driving down a footpath instead of a road, by mistake; skidding through 180 degrees on an S bend on a mountain road; burning out the clutch of the hire car and… Continue reading It’s a wrap! (Or a roll …)
We ended our month in Vietnam in Danang, a modern city full of high-rise hotels on the beach, which is long and vigorously policed by lifeguards in fetching coracles making sure nobody goes out too far. People swim in the late afternoon and, to our amazement, well before 6.00 in the morning when the water… Continue reading Danang and its pleasures
Selling opportunities are everywhere in Vietnam - and ‘shops’ come in all sorts of guises. The mobile version (as in this opening photo and below) appealed greatly to us: Market stalls may not be mobile but they are equally compelling, as Hoi An’s market proved early this morning: The market stalls can be quite challenging… Continue reading Shopping
We took the train from Hue to Danang (just under three hours) to enjoy the spectacular scenery on the way, although, truth be told, we were nearly as excited with the various delights of the train as we were the wonderful views. We started with the obligatory photo at the train station (Ga - ‘gare’… Continue reading The train to Danang
My Son (approximately pronounced ‘mee serrn’) lies outside the small, picturesque (and unsurprisingly touristy) town of Hoi An, our current base. We left early this morning for the site, an hour away, to try and beat the crowds. Our driver dropped us off in an empty car park and told us to be back in… Continue reading My Son – the ruins of the Cham