Given it was a Sunday I designated it as such, borrowed a bicycle from the guesthouse and cycled the 5 odd km to the beach. It was blazing hot, the kind of day that only mad dogs and English men go out in. It was really nice to be floating about in the sea again, you don't realise how much you miss it until it's not there. Anyway, I lazed about there until the heat and thirst drove me to pedal back to the guesthouse. Wandered back toward the old town, found a secondhand book store and something to read on the next couple of train trips, and had a really nice pho' ga, chicken noodle soup, for lunch then back to the guesthouse to check out and head for the train to Hue. The people
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