"Oh what a night" song comes to mind when I think of last night's escapades. Luckily I managed to dodge past the hangover, but poor Chez has had to rent a room for the day to recover in air-con! So after I wrote my blog last night, everyone seemed to be napping, so I joined them. We planned to head out for dinner at 8, but we all slept through it and we didn't manage to drag ourselves out of bed until about 10pm. The confusion started straight away- we were all a bit dazed, didn't really know what time of day it was or really where we were. Annie stayed behind as we couldn't get her out of bed. We headed for an Indian restaurant and had the yummiest, creamiest curry ever, but unfortunately the naans lacked a certain taste what so ever. Didn't leave there until about 11.30 so went to find the "Why not? Bar" that we had been given a flier for, to begin the "Pre-Kirsty Macnab Birthday doo". Their "Happy Hour" was deadly. More like a "Happy night" full stop. It ran from 5pm-2am and you could get "Why not?" buckets, but they actually looked more like jam jars, full of a deadly concoction of Vietnamese alcohol and fruit juice. Kirsty liked to call them "tad pole jam jars" cause they looked just like the ones people use to collect little tadpoles in. We ended up bumping into that guy we met in HCMC, that Sarah had already met in Cambodia. He's such a Graeme Norton look alike! Anyway, turns out he's actually called Martin and it was his first night working in that bar- seemed like he'd drank more drinks than he'd served! Little tipsy. Enjoyed a few drinks there then Martin and his mate told us to come to the Sailor's club. They hopped on the back of bikes (was only like 200m away- lame as). Turned out to be a full on party going on on the beach. Sat ourselves next to a group of people and got chatting. Looking out to the sea, I was sure there was a beautiful reflection of the moon on the water, but I moved closer to take a snap, and it turned out to be a big bright light out in the water. Didn't occur to me they were "squid lights" until later. Time rolled on, banter was flowin, hada fantastic skinny dip sesh. Was in fact so eager to reach the sea that I launched myself off a wall that proved to be a lot higher than anticipated, thus landing on concrete below, taking the skin off my knee. Anyway-again- one of those moments I've found myself in when I just think- "How on earth did I find myself here?" Swimming in warm water, off the coast of Vietnam, under a sky bursting with stars at 3am- perfection. People we met- Aussie guy (gay as- well everyone there seemed to be exceptionally gay), German guy- Martin and Kiwi friend, Dutch guys that decided to vomit later on. Poor Sarah fell for the Kiwi guy and was flirting away, until she realized that he was in fact in love with Martin, oh well. "NEXT" as Chez would say. Numbers began to dwindle towards 4am. Was so peaceful lying on the white sand, with the water lapping our feet as the sun began to rise over the islands in the distance. Such a photo opportunity but due to the banterific snaps I'd been taking earlier, the camera was out of battery. As soon as the sun passed the point of horizon, the city woke. There were power-walkers, joggers, keen swimmers filling the beach within minutes. And there was us, looking like drenched drowned rats, make-up down our faces and probably stinking of beer while there were all of these locals up bright and early looking fresh as daisies. Humiliating- so we took that as our queue to leave. We headed back to the hotel, got showers and good couple of hours sleep. Poor Chez was feeling worse for wear, partly due to the dodgy curry we had the night before, so she rented out a room for the day to recover. We went on the net then headed to a café for lunch, where we bumped into Martin. We could now declare that he was indeed in touch with his feminine side as he had the same flowery sandals as me. He was doing promo for "Why not? Bar" so persuaded us to go there for dinner. Once back at the hotel we had a nap in Chez's room, talked over clothes designs to use in Hoi An, then headed downstairs to suss out confusion with bus tickets. Sarah, was as usual very flirty with the staff and we got some pics of them together. Hada nice dinner at "Why not?" then rushed back to catch the bus to Hoi An. All I can say about that night bus is- STINKIN!! We thought it'd be a good idea to take seats near the back of the bus but oh no. The bus driver and his mates decided to sit behind us and stick their crusty, flaky, smelling like mouldy cheese mixed with animal faeces that had been wrapped in decaying flesh and left out in the sun! It was just rancid. And they put these foul, boke-ifying feet on my arm chair- thus as close to my face as possible and each time I made a comment, they would retract the mouldy skankiness for a maximum of about 5mins before they were back on my chair again!! And poor Chez had a guy with shoulders about 5m wide next to her so also got very little sleep. However, Miss Sarah took the initiative to sleep in the isle of the bus so slept like a baby! The air con also decided to break on our 12hr journey, so that was a pleasant surprise and a good way to enhance the nice smell.