I met another cyclist.

The homestay was run by an Italian guy and his Vietnamese partner. He was friendly and talkative which I liked.

My room was great. I slept OK as usual. In the morning I distinctly heard an English accent so I went out to see who was talking… of course ihave forgotten his and his partners name. But he lived in Goring, which is close to where I lived in UK.

He did persuade me to ride into Hoi An using its World Heritage Site status as an incentive. I was definitely not disappointed. Its new years eve and it was bustling with people/mopeds/cars/bikes/etc. So many red ribbons, lanterns and it seems buying specific plants is a new year must. I did not find out exactly what plants.

I fo course started with a coffee then ended with a coconut coffee. Just cold coffee with coconut sorbet in it. I’ll definitely have it again

I eventually bit the bullet and moved out. 100+ kms to cover. I left at about 10. I followed the komoot route which took me through slight back roads. And although this is entertaining and there are a good few temples along the way. The track is concrete and it looks smooth but the road chatter vibrating up through the bars eventually becomes too much for my wrists. So I moved to a parallel road that was not actually open yet so was empty. Way in front I saw a person on a touring bike. Do I put the pedal to the metal and chased him down. It was Craig also on a month tour of Vietnam. We chatted for 30 mins or so it’s great to exchange thoughts and ideas with fellow cycle tourists.

Eventually he turned off to his designated hotel and I ploughed on. I had not quite decided where I was going to stay.

I sorted out my guest house for the night and rode on. I’m sort of liking this stopping at around 4 it gives me enough time to relax.