In the morning I take a tour to My Son, a Cham temple complex. After Angkor Wat it sadly isn't as breathtaking as it might have been, but I'm still happy to wander around and look at a lot of extremely suggestive or just downright explicit stonework (the three gods of Buddhism represented by a, well, head, shaft and balls, to be frank).
In the afternoon some of my suits are ready (and it's already making me grin being able to say "some of my suits" - once the last one is made and shipped I will own six. Six! One is a DJ and one is... special, but even so). Postage is far too expensive, so I pack them in my bag. Thank God I tend to travel light enough that gently packing three suits into by backpack is challenging but not impossible.
In the evening I go out for dinner and drinks with Emma, Drew and Greg and Sean, two Manchester blokes I met on the My Son tour. In the morning I leave Hoi An trusting my tailor to post on the remaining suits to my home in my absence. If she doesn't I will... well, I'll... I'll complain about it here. Loudly.
I will be nervous about this for the next month.
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