After a nice breakfast in the hammocks on the roof terrace of our hostel, we decided to head down to the beach, which was to become our home for the next few days. Only 5 minutes away, we were very pleasantly surprised to find that the beach was lovely, much like a resort anywhere in Europe, apart from the fact there were street vendors in conical hats offering us everything from watermelon and sunglasses to fake books and bracelets. Me and Nat then decided to hit the waves, only to find the tide was much stronger than it looked. We washed up onto the beach some 2 minutes later in various states of undress, due to the fact that the waves had not only pulled us over but also pulled off our bikinis in the meantime, much to the amusement of many local families and a large group of German men who had been spectating from the shore! Nursing faces flushed with embarassment and grazes from the gravelly sand, we headed back to the hostel to ready oursleves for that evening.
Following the advice of many, we headed to the 'only place in town worth going to', which was a bar/restaurant called 'Sailing Club'. We ate a lovely dinner here before heading to the bar area for yet more buckets, which due to it being happy hour, cost around 80p each! A few buckets and a few more dance moves later, we went on to 'why not?bar', as it was the only other place open after curfew!
Much of the same for the next few days, as we were enjoying it so much we decided not to fix it if it wasn't broken. Met lots of really nice people and made quite a name for ourselves with our dancing, as the bar mangager recognised us. So along with 'pissed pete', the very drunken owner of the resort, we had many fun filled nights and lazy days in Nha Trang, filled with many happy memories.
On our final evening there, after a gym session at Crazy Kims Sauna and Gym we went home for an early night and curled up with a DVD, and began to mentally prepare for the hellish bus journey that all too soon lurked around the corner.