We had the most bizarre random night that evening when we walked home from a bar through the empty quiet streets of Hoi An...we saw light in one of the houses and a group of young vietnamese people sitting on the floor of their living room - one of them playing the guitar - the first thing that crossed our mind was karaoke, so we stopped and asked the complete stunned group if we could come in, few minutes later we sat on their livingroom floor, singing jingle bells ( the only song we all knew) and sharing rice wine, and two hours later we left their home to stumble back to the hotel, exhausted from wild dancing to the Bonny M - video/cd they came up with. We spent the next 2 days visiting the Cham Towers in a place called My Son and enjoying the beautiful old city of Hoi An - dozens of tailorshops where you can ( and will ) buy new tailormade clothes. We took the overnight bus to Nha Trang, the place where all our cameras disappeared, which is a pitty, as I had a hurrendous video of the vietnamese and the english chick singing the german song "Pack die Badehose ein", something that should have been saved for the future generation to dwell on. We did a boat tour/ island hopping over there and celebrated the loss of our cameras in the sailing club, as we had a texican to pay for us - HELL YEAH - before we raced each other back to the hotel in cylos. We went on to Dalat the next day- not a place to linger around for long, althrough it seems to be quite popular with the vietnamese for a kitschy honeymoon. We hired a motorbike with driver to take us around Dalat to see waterfalls, pine forest (where some dogs chased us back up the hill when we took the wrong way and ended up in someones property) , pagodas, temples and buddist monasteries. As we didn't want to hop onto the open tours- cattle bus again, we stuck with the bikes.. and I squeezed in between noodle (my driver) and teddy (my backpack) the next day to make our way down to Mui Ne. We stopped several times along the way to have a look in one of the hundreds of greenhouses around Dalat where they grow vege's and flowers and to see some farms along the way growing coffee and mulberry ( to farm silkworms), we had a look into a silkfactory aswell (tried a cooked silk worm, little better then the raw witchity grub I had in australia) and stopped at a family owned rice-noodle "factory" ( which was basicly a basin to soften the rice and a mincer to turn the rice into noodles ) and another place where they made dried sweetpotato slices. After 9 hours on the bike we finally made the 250 k's to Mui Ne, spotted the ocean again with dozens of fishing boats (and even more little swimming nutshells to supply them). Today we lingered around the beach to relax our sore bums, but tomorrow we'll head towards one of the sanddunes in the surrounding to see the sunrise and to do some more sandboarding.