Bad day, good night in Hoi An

We met some fun English people on the bus to Hoi An, and all stayed in the same hotel. We scored a massive room with a double bed each, with the others down the corridor.

Hoi An is famous for its 200+ tailor shops, so Plan A was to go to our previous night's waiter's friends' shop and bargain a good deal for some fancy clothes. A couple of hours later, and Libra Debs had ordered a pin-striped suit (how ironic, the non-worker!) and a yellow dress which the 3 of us designed in about 3 seconds.

When my bank card rebooted the ATM software and almost got swallowed, I should've known there was bad luck in the air... Phalang I was plotting revenge.
Nevertheless we stocked up on some rum and started a spontaneous fines meeting. Spot the fines master!



Our English friends joined the party and brought the rum bottle count up to 7. Which means the smashed glass bottle count was probably about 5. By the time we had finished dancing, doing headstands on the pedestrian crossing and waving the police past, we'd totally trashed the room.


















The next day we decided to hit the beach by hired motorcycle, via our friends clothes shop for our fitting. To cut a long story short, the one bike's brake was hanging by a thread so we refused to take them, and the hotel refused to give us our money back. After about an hour of fighting, we got 2/3 back and just wanted to get the hell out of there. 2 mins from our fitting i remembered leaving my iRiver (mp3 player) charging in the wall in the hotel room, so I hopped on the back of our tailor's friend's bike and zoomed back to the hotel. But alas, the iRiver had mystically disappeared. Thank goodness the clothes turned out pretty well, so I got over the iRiver saga and decided to claim from insurance!
So we went to the police (well we think it was the police) and gave them our story kindly written in Vietnamese by our new best (tailor) friends. We're not quite sure what happened because we met 2 guys who ouldn't speak english and one of them stormed off on his bike. Sue and I needed some peace and quiet time so we hopped together onto another mate's bike and hit the beach for an hour to calm the nerves.


Our perfect clothes were ready 20 mins before our overnight bus was leaving, and on returning to the hotel we discovered that my iRiver had miraculously reappeared!