|Enjoying our flight.|
|Detritus from our meal.|
The first hostel was full. Thanks to a diligent taxi driver, we got another one. Private room on the riverfront. We went out to see what was around about 10:30pm. It wasn't long before we ended up at a food stall. I use the term for lack of another. There were wide sidewalks bordering the river and a family had set up with lots of plastic chairs and tiny tables, a cook top and a pushcart. The clams were the best I've had-not salty, fresh, fat, and yummy. The beers were plentiful but warm, so we were given ice in the glasses.
|Can you guess which one is Mr. Le?|
There's not a lot IN Da Nang. I do want to go back to see the US military installations and VC tunnels nearby though. We walked around and found a Padang-esque breakfast of rice, veggies, pork chops and fish. After that the majority of our day was spent looking for a bus stop. The city bus to Hoi An was forty minutes and cost about $1.50. The scenery was nice along the way but the horn was deafening. I sat right behind the driver as it was the only seat available. I quickly figured out why.
|View of the river from the hotel balcony.|