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My second overnight bus of Southeast Asia took me north to Hoi An - and, no, that is how you spell it, I'm not dyslexic and trying to spell Hanoi. It was not a journey I would care to repeat. After arriving at quarter to six in the morning, having had maybe only minutes, not hours, asleep, I had the unenviable task of the hunt for a hotel room. It was fine in the end - I didn't, as I expected, have to lower my standards to the same level as something you might expect from the horror film, Hostel.
Keeping with the horror film theme, I was like something from Dawn Of The Dead, walking around like a zombie, quickly abandoning my idea of a day exploring the historic parts of Hoi An in the baking heat.
While half-heartedly walking around, looking for brains to eat - sorry, I mean food - I bumped into Sam and Gemma, the English couple I had been inadvertently bumping into/ meeting / stalking. They were in a similar state from the overnight journey so we all agreed to write the day off and explore proper the next day.
The next day I did manage to awake feeling (semi) normal again, walking around the pedestrianised historic town of Hoi An and all the old buildings, temples and museums it has to offer.
While taking a photo on Cam Nam Bridge, overlooking Thu Bon River, I accidentally pressed the power button on my camera (the button isn't well designed), firing the lens cap off the side, into the fast-flowing water below, after my useless attempt at catching it.
Some people might say that some of the history of Hoi An is being ruined by the abundance of tailors in the town. I can't stress how many there are - maybe about three quarters of shops are tailors. It's a surprise they can all get business. Like in Thailand, I planned to avoid them, but, like everyone who comes here seems to, I ended up splashing out once again. This time I bought an outdoor coat and another suit - and got roped into buying another pair of matching trousers, just in case I scuff the original pair playing football in the playground. It cost me a little over 50 quid. Dirt cheap; so much so that I met a guy who had bought a purple suit. I suppose they are very versatile.
Having seen enough of Hoi An's historical architecture, we hit the nearby beach, where we bumped into Liz, the Australian we had also been hanging around with from further south. I splashed out on some nice seafood before getting another near-death experience (aka moto) to my hotel to retire for the day in front of BBC World.