Hoi An

The last few days have been a welcome change of pace after the intensity of the motorcycle. Hoi An is an incredibly beautiful old town that has hardly changed in centuries (other than the influx of tourists of course). Because of its roots as a trading port, it is a wonderful mix of Chinese, Japanese, European and Vietnamese influences. Many of the streets are limited to bicycles and pedestrians only, so you're able to stroll and take in the ambience without the constant honking.

It is also known for its tailoring - we went to one shop and were fully measured out. After pointing to a Next catalogue of styles we like, we ordered a few things, and the next day came back to find everything ready, perfectly fitted. There is a reason so many clothes are made in Vietnam. Even indulged in leather shoes made perfectly for my feet (apparently one is slightly bigger than the other, who knew?).

Also did a day trip to My Son which is an a ruined city built by the Hindu Cham people back primarily in the 10th century, but some parts as old as the 8th century. It had been abandoned for centuries until rediscovered by the French during occupation. Sadly it was heavily bombed by the Americans, with many of the up to 20 metre high temples destroyed. It felt like a walk in a scene from Indiana Jones - utterly surreal.