Marianne, Victoria and I stood there amongst a lot of other gringos waiting for our night bus that would take them to Nha Trang where I was going to leave them and move on up the hills and into Dalat. I was in charge of getting the bags safely stored in the compartment underneath the bus whilst Marianne and Victoria were going onto the bus and securing some decent beds for our journey. It so happened that we got the beds at the back and I was sandwiched, unfortunately I know, between Victoria and Marianne and with two more girls to the right of her. Hard times for Andy... The problem with the night buses are that the temperature always fluctuates dramatically, you go from sweating your areolae off to freezing your toes off, which is not pleasant when you've got five bodies squeezed into the back of the bus. The bus journey wasn't too bad despite the infestation of some unknown insects crawling over us which made the two other girls go a little crazy shouting “KILL IT, OH MY GOD KILL IT!” in their London accents. We arrived in Nha Trang early the next day and were lucky enough to see the sun rise over the sea from the bus. A wake up view I hadn't seen since on the train in Siberia. The bus pulled up and I said a temporary farewell to Marianne and Victoria as I would be meeting them again in Dalat over the next few days.
|Nha Trang Beach early morning|
|View from the bus window|
|Dalat from high up|
|A rather Francais roundabout|
|The entrance to Bao Dai's palace|
|Tuyen Lam Lake|
|The disappointing artificial waterfall|
|Stairwell leading up to more rooms|
|The stairs inside...|
|The artists vision...|
Later that evening I visited V Café to celebrate my day with a nice meal and a drink whilst listening to live music. The cosy restaurant that can only sit at best twenty people was just a few doors from my hotel and I had heard good reviews about it from the internet and lonely planet. As I was sitting there an Australian man sat down at his piano whilst his partner, a Singaporean lady, grabbed her microphone and began to entertain the five of us currently in the restaurant with smooth sounding jazz. I spent quite a bit in that restaurant as I had a main, desert and a few beers which I don't usually have but the waiters were very attentive and made me feel at home so I sat there catching up on my blog, listening to great music and enjoying great food and drink. Highly recommend the restaurant if you're in the area! I finished the evening off by taking a stroll through the streets of Dalat which fill with market tradesman at night time as the central roads are closed off to traffic. I really enjoyed the feeling of the city as it was so chilled out yet bursting with life.
|View from the cable car|
|Without me in the way...|
|The pagoda standing tall and colourful|
|Lucky female lion|
Next time, Mui Ne, Sand Dunes and Faries.