Hoi An is famed for having tailors everywhere and you can get anything made. It also has a lovely beach about a 20 minute bike away. So this is what the plan was for Monday. We rented bikes and set off for the beach. Louise and Jo were a bit nervous, and then terrified following a woman crashing off her bike and nudging Jo's bike wheel in the process! You should have seen the action though, as soon as it happened everyone rallied and before you knew the woman was being escorted away on a cyclo with the bell ringing!

We made it to the beach, enjoyed the sun and all that, then it was time to head back to meet Neal and Erin who were arriving. Off we bike, and discover Jo has a puncture, making the hot bike ride even more difficult. But we continue to bike... "Are we there yet," calls Jo, "I don't think so" says Selene, and we continue... Eventually Gerard goes ahead to see, and when he comes flying back by. he waves as if to mean that he is turning around to join us...but no he doesn't! Used to his random disappearing 'for a minute' acts, we continued. Eventually Jo gives up biking and walks the bike, so I go ahead to see how much further to go... Things get weird when I get to road works! I knew that all that work couldn't happen in a few hours! I ask an old man with no English "Hoi An?" and he points back! Damn it!! So I turn around and almost immediately see a wee sign saying "Hoi An - 3kms"!! Of course I felt bad that I had lead the girls too far, especially when Jo was meant to be meeting Erin for dressmaking. In the end, I walked the punctured bike back, the others carried on. By the time I got back, I was sunburnt, sick of being laughed at and talked about by Vietnamese! Gerard was coming to meet me as I got to the bike rental, where I demanded the money back for the bike, using the line, "If my friend wanted to walk, she wouldn't have rented a bike"! I was possibly a little rude...

So yeah, another transport 'issue'!!