Qui Nhon

It was another day of driving today. We stopped by a couple of nice beaches to relax here and there. It looks like we're driving up the whole coast of Vietnam, which is pretty nice. On one of the beaches, we went to where they were selling seafood and got mobbed by the vendors. They were the most aggressive we have seen so far. Some of them were fighting with each other over us, it was kind of funny. There were definitely some different seafood there. All sorts of shellfish were to be had. There were prawns the size of freakin' lobsters. I don't know how they get them so big.

We stopped by the grave of one of Vietnam's most famous poet, Han Mac Tu. I had no clue who he was, but Anny and Tit did, and they bought their parents a poem book.

Qui Nhon is a pretty small town and we were situated right next to the local college. This was helpful in that there was a lot of food and gift stores. On the street, Anny found a shirt with the Hollister symbol and BEBE written across the front. We had to get it. It still had it's tag on it, from Arizona Jean Company.

Back at the hotel, we got our first experience with the Vietnamese massages. Girls in short skirts giving massages, that's how it's done. I'm pretty sure "special" services could be requested. Ho and Joe both got non-incidental groin touches, I did not. It wasn't until we were leaving that we saw all the girl's pictures on the wall with what massage room they were in. It looked like a menu.