Walking around this morning checking out dive shops I'm approached by a guy on a motorbike. This is a very, very common occurance in this part of the world, they usually ask if you need a ride. My guy (who turned out to be called Lam) was different; he asked if I was going to Hoi An. That was my plan.
Over breakfast he explained he was one of the "easy rider" crew, who do motorbike tours of the Ho Chi Minh trail. He could take me to Hoi An over five days, staying in rural areas, in places where tourists are thin on the ground and seeing sights a lot of people miss. He was persuasive (he has a big book of glowing recommendations) and I'm pretty sold on motorbiking at the moment anyway, so I've signed up for the trip. He gave me a complementary bike tour of Nha Trang to demonstrate his riding prowess. I hope he turns up, I paid him a sensible deposit.
I had planned to spend only tomorrow diving, but when it's $36 for two dives it seems silly not to hang around. I found a dive shop with a Texan ex-pat called Mike, and the two of us had a beer and put the world to rights as I signed up for two days of diving.
The afternoon finds me on the beach alternating between reading, splashing in the sea and swimming in a pool. It's a tough life, but someone has to have it.
The evening is spent at a few bars meeting new people, which is always a barrel of fun.
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