Summary of Nha Trang

We spent 2 nights in Nha Trang, arriving in the evening on the first, and departing crack of dawn on the third, leaving us with just one day of explori
ng. The reason for coming here is to get away to the islands, and that is just what we did.

So, boat trip. It was a warm, overcast day. Activities included a visit to an aquarium (no Kelly Tarltons), "snorkel" (rubbish mask/goggles that did not work, but for the best as it took away from the absence of live coral to see), lunch (hit the spot), boy band, and plenty

of swimming.

The boy band, comprised of the staff already on the boat, was hilarious. The drum kit had been assembled from the pots they had cooked our lunch in, and the lead singer was our guide. Next for entertainment every country had to perform. As soon as they announced this I was busy on my phone googling how to do the Haka in anticipation. All of the countries did their bits brilliantly, from the shy Nordics to the confident Koreans. And finally NZ's turn. My hunches confirmed as our host shouts out "HAKA!" Oh dear. I am quite embarrassed that I stuffed this up so so badly. As Tom said, "They'll never know the difference". My efforts certainly violated something Tapu. The fact that this was also performed on top of the dining table makes it worse. Still, we managed to woo the crowds nicely. I might even share a video of said Haka, provided I get over the embarrassment.

Next was the Funky Monkey bar. A number of us leapt from the side of the boat and chilled out while our host, Funky Monkey, brought

an endless stream of punch to us all. So much fun. With the assistance of international embarrassment behind us and an afternoon of tipsy swimming a

head the conversations flowed.

A few of us met up again in the evening, an English chap who took the 'p' out of everything, his new wife who is a rock singer, a delightful chap from Israel who was witty and hilarious on the dance floor, and two classic Australians. The pub of choice was right on the beach, opening up with tables and so on sprawling out over the sand and waves crashing violently nearby. Great fun.

Now, after a whole day spent in two transit vans, we have arrived in Hoi An, town of cheap suits. And now, dear diary, you are up to date.