After breakfast, we cycled the back roads in the village watching how locals made sleeping matts, pottery, bamboo boats.
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Wednesday, 10 October 2012
Vietnam - welcome to Hoi An - part 2
Our hotel was beyond expectation with a swimming pool, views and a bar. We were over half way through our journey and the hotels were getting much more impressive.



As we walked into town we were greeted by unit after unit of tailored show stores, clothing and suites, silk and crafts housed in buildings with a period mediterranean theme; Portuguese, Southern French, on small streets in a gridlike system busied by scooters, tourists and women with their market wares.
the river glistened in the sun - home to colourful tourist boats. The air filled with the smell of fresh Vietnamese food - fish, banana leaf, sweetcorn, chicken - herbs.

The first night I organised my wool cashmere suit - frantically choosing colour and fabric, style and sizing before dashing off to meet the rest of the crew for dinner then a quiet walk around the town with lanterns scattered along the roads and bridges. It was incredibly romantic - suddenly loneliness hit. Hoi An is not a late-bird, the shops shut and local tucked up in bed by 10pm.

The next day I was up at 5am to catch the local fish market, I was determined to see the hustle and bustle of this seemingly small town. I was confronted by a hectic waterfront of market traders of all kinds. The smells were incredible and the people friendly and welcoming and knew I wasn't there to buy and looked suspiciously at my camera. Here I got caught out, a lovely trader requested a photo - then demanded I pay her $1US. So be careful- this is a trick by the Vietnamese.

After breakfast, we cycled the back roads in the village watching how locals made sleeping matts, pottery, bamboo boats.
By afternoon it was off for more Hoi An shopping therapy including tailored shoes and trainers. By 6.30pm the sun was setting fast - the air cooled to a bareable degree and we ate and drank for the rest of the night - well the latest place we found was midnight!
Tomorrow I would pick up my tailored suit - the excitement was building.

After breakfast, we cycled the back roads in the village watching how locals made sleeping matts, pottery, bamboo boats.
Monday, 8 October 2012
Vietnam: Descending to Hoi An
After seeing a bunch of avid cyclists as we climbed the hills before Danang, I felt envious; i was feeling guilty that these rides were a little easy. We reached 500m in a cloud covered hill tops - the mist thick enough to feel between the fingertips - much thicket and it'd be like caressing cotton wool.
the descent was simple - breaks on all the way as the road zigzagged to sea level. Half way down and I felt the burn on my shoulders, which I ignored for the peddling when we reached the flat. Two hours later in the middle of a suntrap we had completed 18km.
Every town we pass is growing - here in Danang were two huge tower blocks under construction, a line of new hotels and a suspension bridge. Onwards towards Hoi An just as we approached China Beach and we were confronted with a barren beach coast on one side and small local wood shack properties on the other. As we moved further a long it was obvious that Corporates are renting huge plots of land building mega hotel resorts on this straight bland beach with no personality miles away from any town or external nightlife. These now private beaches barricade themselves in with 20foot high metal sheet fences - obscuring the view of the locals. Some properties obviously had run out of money, falling apart in their unfinished state. This continued for at least 5km.
Then everything started to clear our as we entered a town/city appearing to have some history, a quaint personality with a small and welcoming smile - it was Hoi An.
Friday, 5 October 2012
First Triathlon - off to Ringwood by water, bike and feet
The prospect of a 600 metre swim, 38 mile cycle followed by a finale of a 10km run put fear in my heart. Could I make it? 10km run on its own was hard enough, and I had never completed 600metre in one go. Plus, how could I race? I'd fall behind surely?
I came in from the cycle after 1hr49minutes and then I needed to run. I was exhausted but I had to keep going. It was good to get my arse of the bike, but then my feet properly hit the road and my ankles gave way - I had 10km left to do! This would be near impossible.
I struggled around the 6mile run, but returned in at 52minutes.
I am proud to say I completed the triathlon in less than the 3 hours I wanted to do it in, at 2hr 52 minutes. I loved it and preparing to do more. Time to buy a new bike and build my ankle strength.
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