Monday 29th December: The sleeper bus pulled up outside a hotel on the outskirts of Old Town Hoi An and we crawled out of our coffin-like beds to emerge in the drizzle once more. We ran away from the touts trying to get us to stay in their hotel and headed closer into town. The hotel we selected was filthy. They told us the room needed cleaning and they weren't wrong. Once they were done it was still filthy. Ah well... Hoi An is a little colonial place with lots of French architecture. Think quaint French village with houses painted yellow and dark wooden beams and shutters. Only with hundreds of motorbikes ready to run you down in the street, and gorgeous silk lanterns hanging in the window. Most of the town is tailors, souvenirs and
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