Once Tom got his bag back, it was such a relief to be in Hoi An. I decided not to be sick anymore and had the best pizza ever for dinner (didn't quite feel up to local food yet), we stayed a bit out of the centre so it was quieter and not nearly as tacky...it was just nice.
One day we rented a bike and drove out to My Son, some ruins about 45km outside the city. They were lovely and peaceful to walk around, although the bomb pits strewn here and there were a bit disconcerting but hey, we were in one of the hardest hit areas of the war.
We almost missed the adorable central area, we thought we'd made it but were actually about 2 streets away. But we found it, river, red lanterns, quaint shops, dozens of tailors, and all. It was lovely.
**I seem to have lost the pictures I took in Hoi An, long story but I'll see if I can grab some from other people to use
