Published: July 8th 2012July 8th 2012
the action packed day of cannoning the day before it was time to say goodbye to Dalat and make our way to Nha Trang. During my time in Dalat I meet an English girl in her early 20s named Anna that was heading to Nha Trang as well so with a little bit of convincing she deciding to jump on the back of my bike to really see Vietnam for the next leg. This part of the trip the whole gang was together, Jazza, Maarten, Rob, Meaghan, Anna and I, which was the first of many trips throughout Vietnam together.
With a planned get away set at 8am we all got together but Jazza run into a few problems with his bike and had to find a mechanics to do a quick fix. This really isn't a problem because there are mechanics everywhere in Vietnam where ever you go. By the time this was done it was 9am and we were all on our way, 6 tourist on 4 noisy Honda Win copy motorbikes, it really must have been a sight for the locals. Making our way out of Dalat seeing the fields of Holland flowers and
makeshift greenhouses up in the hills was magical with every now and again the mountains parting to give the most amazing views.
One section of road we went through was even more special with the mountains parting to show a deep sort of gorge with a steam running down the centre and falling off the edge creating an awesome waterfall that feel for hundreds of meters. This was the prettiest piece of scenery I had see so far, just breath taking. Stopping for a few minutes to get some photos and give our bums a rest from the bikes, it was time to move of again.
Winding down the mountains the road was so smooth and just a dream to ride on. Locals had told us it was a new road that has just been put in and it showed, good job Vietnam hats off. With a few little towns we pass through and a couple more bum resting stops we were making it into Nha Trang and looking for a hotel to rest after the 6 odd hour trip from Dalat.
Showered and Nana naps done, it was time to
hit the town and seen what was on offer. Jazza and I being the only ones with our dive tickets and hearing that there was some good diving spots around Nha Trang had decided to try find a good dive company to go with the next day. We ended up going with our hotel recommend company that had 2 dives and lunch for $50, CHEAP!
Dive booking out of the way the whole gang hit the town for a night out. Few beers and many laughs were had with our gang growing with about 20 odd other travellers joining us, good times. With the next morning 7am start for diving looming over Jazza and I heads and the clock hitting 1am it was time to call it a night. On the walk home we had the normal Vietnamese hookers trying to get Jazza and I to show them a good time for the rest of the night but of course declining their offers. These girls were bit more intense though with them coming up to us and touching our chest to stop us from walking pass. This went on for the next 25m or so before they
finally got the message and left us alone so we could get back to our hotel to have a good night's sleep.
New day had arrived and it was off to diving we went. In the bus heading off to the jetty Jazza and I were just chatting about the night before when Jazza asked if I had taken my necklace off for the dive. This stage I felt for my necklace which wasn't there and with not taking it off that morning or for that fact ever since receiving it as a gift many years ago, I had that gut dropping feeling that it had been taken from me by the hookers the night before. With nothing I could do at that point I pushed it out of my mind and decided to enjoy the day and worry about it later.
The diving was pretty cool with not a great deal to see but with a bit of variety, with a few eels, crabs and fish. The second dive was freezing!! and I pretty much used all my air half way through the dive having to use our dive masters alternate air and
come up to the surface to get back onto the boat. This didn't bother me too much because that dive was way too cold for my liking.. After an Awesome feed for lunch on the boat that ticked all the boxes it was time to head back into town for another night of partying.
For the next couple of days I went to the police station about 5 times trying to get a police report for my stolen necklace with no success, police in Vietnam really don't give a shit about tourist and pretty sure not even other Vietnamese. With unable to waste for any more days dealing with the police we decided to put the bikes on a train and train it to Da Nang as it was another 800km trip along the coast with not much to see or do from what we were told. This train trip was an experience in itself, with Maarten, Rob and Meaghan getting a soft seat day trip and Jazza, Anna and I getting a hard seat over night trip which took 14 hours!
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