#OldManInHoiAn

The day continued to be a busy one. After eventually finding someone to take me down the hill on four wheels this time instead of two, I went to find the bus to Hoi An as I was going to meet Laura, yay!
At the stop was a 80 year old man and a slightly distressed looking Vietnamese girl.

“Do you speak English?” He asked me.
“Yes.” I replied in fluent English.
I asked him where he wanted to go.
“There.” He pointed to Cambodia.
“Um, but now, where are you getting the bus to?”
“I don’t know!” He replied. “Where are you going?”
“I’m going to Hoi An.”
“I’ll follow you! But don’t worry, I won’t stay at your hotel or anything.”
I was concerned about the poor old guy but figured he’s made it this far in life, he’ll probably get back to England alive. I heard him on the bus in a loud voice saying, “Oh sorry! I didn’t know you only had one leg!” I love old people!

However, he did check into my hostel. A party hostel. One that sells unlimited alcohol for £1.60.
“It’s a bit noisy at night.” The worried looking man behind the counter told him.
He wasn’t deterred. I was glad I had booked an all girls dorm otherwise I might have had to grandad sit for the rest of the day.
"Oh no," he looked at me. "I think I've just shit myself!" and with that, he squelched to his room. Lovely.

Laura burst through the door while I was mid hairdrying with her friend Chloe. We sat by the pool and caught each other up on our adventures since we’d left each other in Koh Phi Phi. By the time we were fully sun baked we headed into Hoi An’s centre. Lanterns hung delicately above each street and shop front. The different colours glowed brightly lighting the paths. After a bit of dinner and a wander round we headed to get started on the unlimited drinks situation at the hostel. I sneezed loudly in the taxi.
“Oh, excuse me!” I said apologetically.
“Yes!” Answered the driver.
“Oh no! ...I was just excusing myself for sneezing.” I tried to explain. We all found it really funny but the driver was still confused.

I brought a pack of cards down to the bar which caused quite a large group to gather. A group of Scottish guys wearing matching fruit outfits sat with us, more fruity people came later and in a game of forfeits two of them swapped tops with Laura and I. It was the most incredible top! The soft fabric felt amazing on my skin and I debated

running away with it, unfortunately I also liked the top I was wearing. It pulled taught on the guys chest and he looked more than uncomfortable yet when I offered to swap back, he said he was happy in it. Laura’s shirt swapping partner also seemed a little too excited to be wearing a tiny black crop top! ..No judgment!

After much card playing, dancing, gambling and talking, it was time to get to bed. I had another busy day ahead.