Hoi An was a very cool little town with beautiful old streets, a gorgeous beach only a short 5km bike ride (or run for those of us who are psycho enough to exercise in blazing heat) away and TAILORS GALORE! This is where we went a little nutty with the clothes. Sarah made a good start ordering up a ton of gear, but after faltering a little at the beginning I finished strong by ordering half a dozen new things every time I walked past our favourite little tailor lady
In between ordering outfits (which may or may not make it home depending on how much the Vietnamese and Aussie customes officials like my chocolate brown with faint pinstripes 4 button single-breasted suit with flat fronted-pants, no cuffs) the old town streets and alleys and river were gorgeous, we found an amazing restaurant and Sarah had the dead skin hacked from her feet with a razor blade. What more could you ask for?
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