A different kind of travelogue. As an avid young traveller I often wondered what would it would be like when I got older, gathered commitments, created children and accrued debt. This is what it's like.
Good Night to the sun. And hello to the next phase. We left our two faced world of Ho Tram Beach; rubbish and fishermen versus luxury and protected community. I could drink a beer at my accommodation for 30000 Vietnamese Dong or walk down the beach and join this guy for the same beer for less than a quarter of that. He was rarely having a beer.he was gathering shellfish.
No one spoke english except the staff to the Resort. the Village, one hundred metres away, was an english free zone. 90% of the clients at the resort were Vietnamese. I’m not sure what part of a genuinely communist system generates enough personal wealth to allow one to spend $1600 a night on accommodation but apparently some part does.
We got in a car. We made our way north. We climbed onto a train; “Hard Sleeper.” 12 people in a 6 person cabin. Now you’re talking.
4 hours north is Nha Trang. We are told its full of Russians. I like Russians.