I took my open tour bus to Nha Trang for a little beach time. After Dalat, it seems like a dumpy little town. I sat down at the beach and found myself pestered by dozens of women wanting me to buy pinapple, postcards, peanuts, candy, chips, cigarettes, bla bla bla. They don’t leave after you say no. So just hanging out alone and reading my book turned out to be a challenge. After a few minutes on the beach I noticed that I was sitting near a big bloated rat that had washed ashore. Ick. In Cambodia, I discovered how nice it is to run barefoot on the beach to get exercise. So I found a nice looking couple and asked them to watch my stuff while I went for a run, being careful to not step on the rat. After the run, I felt better about being there. I sat down again in the sand and soon two Vietnamese women sat near me and struck up a conversation. One of them spoke enough English for us to actually have a decent talk and I was in a good mood and was being funnier than usual, so we were all having a good time. We made plans to meet for dinner and had a good time feasting on fresh seafood at a nearby restaurant. After that night, I went on a one-day snorkle tour and met some fellow tourists with whom I’ve been traveling with ever since. It’s been great traveling with Nada and Marc, and I wouldn’t change anything, but I do realize what I’ve missed by not hanging with locals for these last two weeks. I stopped trying to learn Vietnamese, because it wasn’t necessary anymore. I also stopped learning about the culture from the local’s perspectives and really just started being a tourist with Nada and Marc. They are really fun & adventurous people, and are now good friends, so I really am not complaining. I just need to remember to keep a balance between hanging out with fellow travelers, and connecting with locals – so I can have the best of both worlds. Vietnam was a good balance, because I spent the first two weeks meeting locals, and then, as I grew weary of the difficulties of having this language barrier with everyone I met, I found two great Europeans with whom to go on adventures for the last two weeks. So I should mention the snorkle tour. If you go to Nha Trang, you MUST do the snorkle tour. Yes, there is snorkling, but the tour is really just about partying. Our boat was packed with people, over half of whom were Vietnamese. The westerners all went up to the top to get in the sun, while the Vietnamese all sat downstairs and got rowdy. After the first couple rounds of beers went around, the tour guide and his sidekick set up this rusty drum set and taped-up guitar and rocked the boat. Several Vietnamese guys in underwear and towels danced around in the middle. It was hysterical. After the first snorkle swim, we had lunch and then the best part… We all jumped in the water and a little styrofoam “bar” is set up and free (sickly sweet) dalat mulberry wine is served until everyone gets hammered. The French girl on the boat, who was rather unfriendly before, got so drunk, she had to be watched after for fear that she would drown. At one point, she jumped off the boat, climbed up onto a dock and stole a local woman’s pointy hat. Another guy named Jacob and I had to jump in after her and get her back on the boat before real trouble erupted. Getting her back on board turned out to be a little challenging, because she didn’t want to go. But she took a liking to Jacob, so she finally started allowing us to help her back up onto the boat. I ended up cutting my foot and legs on the side of the boat, which turned out to be pretty sharp on the edge just below the surface of the water. Not such a good design for a tour boat. Back on board, I met Nada (pronouced Nadia) from Slovokia. We were both headed to Hoi An so we exchanged cell phone numbers. That night, the westerners on the boat all met for drinks. There were three people from Canada – one couple from Vancouver, a nice German couple, Jacob from Denmark, Patricia the drunk French woman was now completely sober, and Marc from Holland. Nada left for Hoi An that night so she didn’t join us. Marc seemed pretty cool and Nada had his email address, so we hoped to all re-connect in Hoi An. I got to bed by around 2 am that night after a lot of drinking and a little dancing, and left the next day for the overnight bus to Hoi An.

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