On arrival into Nah Trang me and Kynan the Ozzy guy checked into Nah Trang Backpackers, already in the room were two girls called Beck (Melbourne) & Charlotte (Watford) already in the room. We had a chat with the girls and all agreed to go out for a few later that night. Kynan & myself went for something to eat and then headed back to the room to get ready to go out.
We all went for a few drinks/ buckets of cocktails in a bar called Why Not. Beck showed us the meblourne shuffle, we danced a little and got quite merry. We all got back to the room around 2am and I sent myself straight to bed as Daley would be arriving at 6am from Hanoi.
At 6am sharp I was up and at um (not quite) but I did wake up at 6 without an alarm which I found quite amazing considering Id been slightly drunk the night before. Daley and his friend turned up and walked into the dorm room around 7am we had a quick chat (couldnt talk to much as the other guys were asleep) but Charlotte did wake up very briefly to say "Soph are these your friends from back home?" before passing out with hearing the answer. It was really good to see someone from home again and really odd that we were both in Vietnam together. We went for breakfast and a catch up, then they headed off for a walk around to check things out whilst I collapsed back into my bed.
Later that night we all went out, Beck, Charlotte, Kynan, Daley, Steve & myself and as you can imagine it all got abit messy and we all got very drunk. Although at the start of the night when we were all pretty sober I managed to get myself locked in the bar toilet. Daley had just been in and out with no worries at all, I went in, did my business and went to leave but to no avail! The door would not open, I tried and tried but it would not budge an inch. The locking mechanism was stuck in the door frame!? I calmed myself down after laughing at how funny the situation was and tried to kick the door down but flip flops dont make for stury footing or help when trying to boot a door in. I shouted for help but no one came to my rescue! At this point it was getting bloody hot and sticky in the bog, it was like a sauna in there, I noticed a air vent at the bottom of the door and though 'If I kick that through I can get my head through and shout for help better' so thats what I did, I kicked the vent through and got on my knees, stuck my head through and patiently waited for someone to walk past so I could shout for help. I waited about 10 minutes and luckily a waitress walked past so I calmly said "Excuse me but I appear to be locked in your toilet" She turned around and looked at where my head height would normally be to which I said "No, No down here" she looked down and immidiatly burst out into fits of laughter (of course anyone in her situation would have done exactly the same" I too was laughing. I stood up and waited whilst she tried to open the door along with fellow waitresses but again to no avail. Luckily an English guy heard the commotion and came to se what was happened and with one kick the door was open, Thankgod I thought! I walked back out to where everyone was sitting and no one had even wondered where I was or why I was so long and as Daley said "I just thought you were dropping the kids off" I explained and everyone had a good laugh.
After all the fuss of thinking I was going to spend the rest of my life in a toilet in a bar in Vietnam, I decided in my wisdom to get very drunk, everyone else got very drunk but Steve & myself in particular both ended up being very ill around 10-15 times at the end of the night and throughout the course of the next day. I put it down to the devils drink that is Hanoi Vodka! Its like Tesco Value stuff!!
The next day we had all booked up to go on a boat trip, everyone went apart from me. I just couldnt face being on a boat and feeling the way I did. To which Im glad I wasted the 5 quid because after heading about how Steve felt on the trip and how ill he was, im sooooo glad I didnt go.
Again that night (our last night all together) before, me and Charlotte headed off to Hoi An to meet Matt and Rach Daley and Steve head south to Mui Ne, Beck heads to Ho Chi Minh and Kynan, im not sure what Kynan was doing, all I know is that he missed his night bus and was having a nightmare decided what/where to go, we all went for a lovely Indian resturant owned by a guy called Omar. The food was wonderful, afterward to went to Why Not bar and then onto Red Apple for a few drinkies.
The following day we all lazed about and at 6:30pm me and Charlotte said our goodbyes to the guys and got on our first sleeper bus bound for Hoi An. This journey would take 13 hours.