its been along time since then, so memories are a little hazy!
we didn't make it to the my son ruins, because despite the fact I went to bed early, none of the others woke up in time!
by the time we left hoi an, it was raining so hard the roads were already starting to flood. Justin was riding his motorbike anyway, so Lev decided to go with him. they returned to the guesthouse about an hour later, apparently the floods got so deep people were wading through them up to their armpits! Justin stuck his bike in the luggage compartment of the bus, and they came with us.
the bus took a different route, and we all got their fine, luggage completely dry (we had been shown a video taken that day in hoi an of a bus's luggage compartment getting flooded and all the luggage washed away). we found a guesthouse and decided to check out the famous water park in nha trang!
the water park was a disappointment. most of the rides were closed and the ones that were open were far from amazing. however, the attached arcade and fun fair more than made up for it.
It was around this time that all of the others decided they had to get a move on, because our visas were running out. Myself and Justin, however, decided to extend our visas and waited in nha trang for a few days.While we waited, we hadour fun on a booze cruise and generally chilled on the beach and went out on the town.
After riding on Justin's bike up through the mountains to dalat, we arrived in the rain and spent an hour looking for the guesthouse the others were staying in. They told us the name, but helpfully didn't give us any directions. And there were 3 with the same name. We were taken to a ballroom dancing / kareoke bar by the owner of our guesthouse, which was... interesting.
the owner of our guesthouse was a very effeminate man named, fittingly, "Mr. Gentle". He constantly attempted to get us to believe that the waitress was his girlfriend, and that she was going to come round and cook him dinner etc, despite his continuous flirting with us and trying to grab our arses!
the next day, the others left Dalat, so we said our good-byes.
Justin and I found a really good restaurant called peace cafe. The woman who owns it is completely bonkers and is highly entertaining. She runs around the restaurant taking orders, making orders, giving suggestions, and offering special recipes, which aren't on the menu, to people - before running off and cooking them. She got everyone in the restaurant talking to each other and we had a good night.
The next day, we went on a day of canyoning - abseiling and white water rapids etc. We decided that the two of us, and two girls we met, were going to do a motorbike tour of the central highlands of vietnam with our guides from the canyoning trip.