Hoi An is a really neat place. It's one of a very few places that wasn't damaged during the wars, so it has a lot of its old buildings and architecture intact. The city has even been designated a world heritage site. Hoi An is also remarkable for its huge array of tailors.
This stop was a big change of pace for me. Usually I spend my time sightseeing, stopping for drinks or food, writing emails, and cooling off at the hotel. Mostly, though, I'm pounding pavement and seeing a lot of sights. In Hoi An, however, I did little or no sightseeing and I didn't really wander too far from the city center with the hotel, restaurants, and tailors. The days in Hoi An typically consisted of arranging to meet up with some or all of the group, usually for meals, then walking around, shopping and getting fitted for clothes, and taking nap and email breaks.
My two days in Hoi An are something of a blur since I don't have many reference points in time to build memories around. The morning trip to the tailor one day is virtually the same memory as a trip to a different tailor another night. Lunches and dinners were all from different restaurants with the exact same menu. The highlights I have are the big deviations from that normal routine. On Saturday, Matt and I rented scooters and braved 4km of Vietnamese roads on the way to a great beach. The parade of ladies and children selling fruit, jewelry, frisbees, cigarettes, and massages detracted from the overall peaceful setting, but not enough to ruin my mood.
Oh, and I learned that the Swedish word for 'mullet' is hockeyfrilla.
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