Last night we went for tea at a seaside family street stall. It was great fun, had noodles each with a few beers then decided to choose our fish for mains out of the fish tank. The hand picked fish was dropped on the floor from a great high and was then placed on the BBQ with it's tail still flapping, the poor w***! It was given a chilli and lemon grass seasoning a slapped on our table........ great stuff, what the trips all about.
We wanted to get the early bus to Dalat this morning but when booking yesterday we were told it was full so we had little option but to get the 1pm. After lunch the bus arrived and we found it was a small minibus full to the brim with seats only fit for small Koreans.
We managed to find a double seat together on the back row but the legroom was awful. Throughout the journey the bus was filled further, by the end people were sat on the floor. The roads up the mountainside were the worse to date, the poor overloaded bus had to negotiate massive potholes for over a half of the five hour journey. The arrival in Dalat didn't come soon enough but we then spent a further hour searching up and down the city for a room.
Dalat is located in the central highlands and has a very distinctive French feel as during occupation it was built as a respite from the heat below. As soon we arrived it looked much like the French Alps with with an Asian twist, including the cold temperatures (24 degrees), clouds, and constant showers. The town seems to have far less tourists than previous places we've visited.
That evening we went for dinner and on the way home bought a chess set we've been meaning to get for weeks now.