Today is another ‘transit day’. A last trip through motorbike city before our flight to Da Nang. I find that travelling domestic is more difficult than flying international. I check in my baggage and as I walk away from the counter, I get told that my tripod, which I carry attached to my backpack, cannot be taken on the aircraft. I have travelled this way to Europe and Tahiti, but not in Vietnam. So I have to plastic wrap it and check it in as a separate item. As we go through security, they find my small tool set in my backpack, and so that has to get checked in through baggage. Luckily, our tour guide is kind and he includes it in his carry-on baggage and checks it through. Different countries, different rules. The funny part about it all is Ken, with his metal bits in his hips and knees, gets held up at Melbourne Airport and has never had trouble with security since. Our baggage comes through the baggage carousel at Hoi An, last – and it has been a full 255 passenger, flight.
Hoi An is around 35km south of Da Nang and on the way, we have a 30 minute break to visit a marble factory. Beautiful carvings; some very small and elaborate, others large and imposing. The weather is stormy with strong winds as we arrive at our hotel http://www.swiss-belhotel.com/Vietnam/Hoi+An/hoian#hotel+information After arrival drinks, we are ‘sent to our rooms’ with the rest of the afternoon to fill in. Most of us have not had lunch, so a small snack is had. The bed we have is ‘oversize’ to say the least, but quite hard.
It is Joseph’s and Joanna’s wedding anniversary and so a small party is had to celebrate the occasion at dinner time. A Filipino band is playing and even they enjoyed our Australian way of ‘having a good time’. Beatle songs and other ‘older’ style music are danced to. We are off to bed at 9:30pm for an early night.
Senior’s Moment – At dinner, Chris was adding some sugar to his tea. It is a good idea to open the sugar packet and not the tooth-pick packet, Chris. Michael thought that mozzarella cheese makes a good set of power lines, but it is best to cut the cheese with a knife instead of trying to separate by stretching – sometimes cheese ends up all over your face.