No, not the moon – fly me, instead, to Nha Trang. Taking the taxi from the airport, we drove through flat areas of sand dunes and a few buildings, into the hills where the tropical forests were thick and high up in the midst of that forest you might see the odd structure.
We arrived at our hotel, settled in and went two doors down to Yen, the restaurant that became our favorite, where we met Du (or Tu? Not sure), who became our favorite waiter
sadly, I caught him with eyes closed.
After lunch, we headed out to explore, to see what we could see, from ground level
and from way up high.
Always, there were the odd parking habits
there was the restaurant to go to when you needed to regain your sanity
and the shop to visit when you felt perhaps your life was too –
really?! Shirt? I must confess to never having felt my life was too – shirt. Every day brings a new experience.
We found beachy places
and birds in cages.
Then Kat wanted Mexican food for dinner – we stopped first at a “Mexican” restaurant owned by Russians (should that have been a clue?). But we did enjoy the music made by the band of ex-pats at our second “Mexican” restaurant, where we had another failed Mexican dish (the moral of this story is do not choose Mexican food in Vietnam – Mistake) and sat at a table on the sidewalk enjoying a cold beer in the warm evening.
Stay tuned for more of Nha Trang.