Ooh Hurro Hoi An!
First off, I’ve uploaded more photos. Check out the photos page. I also noticed I didn’t upload anything from Dalat, and all my motorcycle photos haven’t been uploaded so I’ll do those tonight. Watch that space.
We ended up catching the surreal night sleeper bus out of Nha Trang last night at 7pm and were thrown out of the bus in Hoi An at 6am this morning.
After humping our packs around town for a bit, we found a really nice place to stay for $12USD and it’s the nicest place we’ve been to yet I think. It even has hot water taps in the sink and wait for it.. A BATH! I’ve been craving a bath for 60 days now, and I’m gunna get all up in that bath’s bid’ness later tonight.
The night sleeper bus was a hoot. I think Rose and I actually had the best seats on the bus, right at the back, side by side with 3 other people. All the seats recline almost all the way back and you get a pillow and a blanket and 11 hours to either sleep or go insane, you choice. I took a little from column A and column B. To ensure a complete experience.
On the back of the bus, we had a woman who was a little partial to a giggle at other peoples expense, and when 4 German baby boomers got on the bus, and were laughing at each other trying to climb the small strange ladder up to their bumks. It turned into a comedy of errors as the woman at the back was screaming with laughter which sent the Nords nearly collapsing with laughter at the situation, which in turn started me off and for a good 5 minutes, it was a “point at the Nords and laugh” fest 2009.
I didn’t suss how tired I was until I was shown the room, and when I awoke in the soft bed a few hours later, I realised that I hadn’t actually checked in yet, pulling a mild Goldilocks, I sent Rose down stairs with my passport, claiming I was too weak to travel the 6 flights of stairs to reception, and we might be arrested if we didn’t take action.
Right, I’m gunna get out of the stairwell and see if Rose is up for a walk around Hoi An. We’ve had a fairly solid and trustworthy recommendation for a good tailor here so we’re going to test out the quality of their goods. Papa, thanks for the email. I know there are a huge amount of shit tailors in Hoi An, but there -are- some good ones. Just gotta find em.
Hope all is well with you all!
Hi Ya, What are you going to have made????
I can’t imagine you’d need suits up there?
Get them to copy your BS shirts.
Enjoy your bath.
( Funny how you wouldn’t have a BATH from one year to the next at home, but when you are away these little comforts take on a huge import after a few week… after 9 week in Jakarta all I wanted was a toilet I could actually SIT on!)
Marmee
Yeah, suits. For teaching. A nice suit can easily make up for not having a degree ;) Got fitted up for one today, going in for first fitting tomorrow. They don’t mess around here!
And it’s impossible to copy the magic of a Ben Sherman. It’s beyond cloth and thread.
And what do you mean? I primarily bathed when I was at 172 South st. Touched the shower about 3 times in 18 months and I bath about twice a week when I can!
I can’t get the hang of those squat toilets lol. It just feels wrong to be pooping like that. Lucky I went to Cambodia, instead of those crazy third world countries like Indo lol. Stupid place!
Getting the ‘hang’ just about sums up squats! Especially in your case ;-o
For a boy who grew up with Tarjay Boutique clobber you sure turned into a label snob.
A nice thick tweedie double breasted wool suit I hope, with matching waistcoat to ’suit’ the climate. Rose could get a nice sensible pencil skirt and jacket.
If there is one thing that usually cracks me up in asia, it is looking at the 1935 styles in the tailor shop windows.
Lots of love.
Mommie Dearest. xxx
Ben Sherman. Not a label. A lifestyle ;)
And in my defense, I’m wearing a target shirt as I type!
That’s my boy.
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