Our time in Dalat had come to an end, next stop Ho Chi Minh City - otherwise known as Saigon.
My body was aching so badly from the abseiling the day before, just shows how unfit I am.
We got onboard a sleeper bus to take us to HCMC. This is our first experience on a sleeper bus so we weren't holding out much hope based on how awful the trains had been. On the bus there was 3 lanes of seats that looked like reclining chairs with space to either side of them so we were pleasantly surprised. When looking at the seat diagram we realised our seats were at the back, 5 beds in a row with no space either side. We'd been allocated the worst seats on the whole bus!!
These seats were more like beds in a very small space. They genuinely reminded me of the bunk beds you see in old prisons where everyone is squashed on. We climbed onto the shelf and led down. The ceiling not being more than 30cm above our heads. Talk about claustrophobic!! Mark had the window seat and I was next to him with 3 Vietnamese men taking up the other spaces on the shelf. We were literally led shoulder to shoulder and felt like sardines. It was going to be a long 8 hours.
We arrived at our hostel around 7:30pm with no thanks to google maps for telling us the hostel was a mile in the opposite direction!
After a stressful day we needed some comfort food, Mexican it was! On the way to the restaurant we walked past a familiar face. A guy called Dick from Holland who we met at our hostel in Dalat on the 2nd and whom Mark got drunk with so he joined us for some food.
It's really weird that you can bump into the same people in another city! Cities are big places and we just so happened to be walking down the same street at the same time.