Da Nang to Hoi An

The following is a chronological account of my trip from Da Nang to Hoi An, as it was recorded it in my notes.

7:08 AM: Found bus stop.  How long will I have to wait?  There is another bus stop for the same bus on the other side of the road.  Shit.  Which is the right one?

7:34 AM: On Bus.  Assuming it goes to Hoi An.  Said Hoi An.  People said Hoi An.  Haven’t been asked to pay yet.  If I’m not there in an hour I’ll get off and find a taxi I suppose.  Currently going west – Hoi An is south and east.  Still in city though.

7:44 AM: Guy on bus grabs me.  Points for me to get off.  Points at other bus that’s yellow across the street.  Going in opposite direction.  Now east.  Going up same street I just came down.  Confused.  None of the busses stop; just slow down enough for you to grab the bar and swing in or out.

7:53 AM: Back at the exact same intersection I got on the first bus.  Going east now.  Appears the road goes east and connects with a southbound one.

8:05 AM: Finally crossing bridge.  Smells like garlic.  Still criss crossing east and south.

8:10 AM: Watched someone pay.  Clearly you pay when you leave.  Not exactly a great place if the guy tries to rip you off and over charge.  Know that anything over 50k is supposedly a ripoff job.  These guys did wait for me to cross the street though as I ran across traffic from bus 1 to bus 2.

8:20 AM: Still going south.  Girl next to me on bus gave me a piece of candy.  Mellon Milk.  Tastes like…Mellon I guess.  Warning on package is in English and says “warning allergies.  Contains Milk.”  Soft and chewy.  First thing I’ve ate in probably 17 hours.

8:27 AM: No wifi signals around to get GPS location.  Assuming we sta on this road we go right into Hoi An.  Current road is newly paved but bumpy; enough room for a bus going one way and a car.  Not the motorbikes that also litter the road.  As a result I’m hearing he bus horn a lot.

8:40 AM: A lot.  No room for two busses to pass with the various bikes and mottos on the right side of roads.

9 AM: On back of motorbike.  Bus stops 80% of the way there and you are on your own for the rest.  50k for bus.  Pointed to spot on map where my hotel was and motorbike driver said ‘5 us dollar’.

9:05 AM: Bike driver says that my bag is an extra $2.  We’re already on the bike for 5 minutes so I’m not sure if I can say no.  He has two kids; one is one years old…says the other is 14 but he also said he was 25.  Something is lost in translation.

9:08 AM: At hotel.  Paid 180k for bike.  Checked in early.  Room 209.