I feel like I’m in prison.
I’m in a tiny cubbyhole with my toes pressed up against the underneath of someone else’s bed. I can barely move, but at least I’m laying down. We’re on our way to Hoi An, which is about 300km north of Nha Trang (We made a 6 hour stop here on our way from Dalat). It’s a 13 hour journey overland by bus, hence the sleeper. It’s comfortable, but I feel like complaining because… Well, I just guess because I can. I’m a moany old bastard sometimes. The brakes died on the Dalat -> Nha Trang bus today too. Which was fun. There was an almighty loud bang, and a smell of burning. We got dumped at a food station for 30 minutes while the bus drove off (I’m assuming) to get some repairs (which was odd, because being on a mountain, you kind of assume that you’re isolated and there’s nothing around… ). Got some nice pictures here though. They’ll be up on FB when I either get a decent connection or I get out of Vietnam. X