Did you know there is a Hoi An in Fulham? I just googled it, I wonder why there would be such a road in London.
So one night train ride later and here we are in historic Hoi An. Again I am left with the feeling that we are rushing through, but then it gives us the idea that we are busy. We are having weather here to, it is a bit misty and I am wearing a long sleeved top… I think from here on it get steadily cooler.
We fell on our feet with our not booking any accomodation. I know that therre will be a time that we are caught short but so far it seems to work. We were just walking down the street after sharing a taxi with some people to their expensive hotel, when a lady called us off the street. Don’t worry Angela was with me, we looked at her hotel and very nice it is too. We negotiated a price and got our breakfast included, now just to get the kids away from the pool for some serious culture.
What a marvellous place Hoi An turned out to be. Various trading countries set up their own commercial districts so we saw Japanese, Chinese (from several regions) and even Dutch buildings. I liked the chinese ones a lot, they were straight out of a set of a kung-fu film, any minute I expected to see the ranks of practicing kung-fu experts demolishing blocks and stuff. We got some bikes and pedaled around the place for most of the day then came back that night to wander the lantern lit streets, sail a candle boat and eat some delicious Hoi An delicacies in a street side restaurant.
We could have stayed for much longer but our now tight schedule will not allow any dilly dallying. We caught the train to Hue the next morning. The train ride is particularly spectacular(ly), with a track that clings to the side of a mountain whose sides disappear into the tropical waters of the South China Sea. Crashing waves on rocks or lapping on coral beaches accompanied the slow clatter of the climbing train. We started off in an A/C carriage but moved to the ‘hard’ class as there you could open the window and enjoy the breeze off the sea. Just to finish off the scene; the tropical scrub and palm fringed beaches were interspersed with water buffalo in rice paddies being guided by eponymous people in pointed hats. I wanted to get bucolic and fecund into that sentence but could not figure out how, but I think you can get the picture.