Hoi An

Unfortunately I had to get the night bus to Hoi An. It's a dirty word, I know but when there is no choice, there is no choice. I thought perhaps the relaxing benefit of the massage would make me comatose enough to travel through the journey unscathed. However, being in a strange and very unnatural position probably didn't benefit my massage, and certainly didn't benefit my sleep.
I arrived in Hoi An safely. Though a little sleep deprived, at the beautiful hour of 7 am and ended up bunking up with a Scotsman called Ken. The prices here are far more expensive and the budget is starting to strain under the pressure a little. It was good to have someone to share the expenses with and have some company.
We started our day by trying to find a tailor to make our new wares. Hoi An is famous for having clothes made at a bargain price. To start with we were dragged wearily to the markets. This involved looking through designer books, picking fabric and beingg measured in embarrassing places. I had to take off my pant and the lady had great pleasure in putting me on display behind a shabby curtain. Or lack there of. After she was ssatisfied she measured me enough she threw back the curtain before I had threw chance to get my pants up properly, flashing a great majority of the public. Than came the dreadied bargaining bit. We were not satisfied with her price, which was exuberant, and tried to get her to come down. When she insulted me by saying that she required a lot of fabric for "My size", it was my queue to leave. I was very glad to see the Ken and I were a united front and left together.
Eventually we found a tailor that suited both budget and self respect requirements and away we shopped! I picked a pair of jeans, some shorts (mine are all falling apart) a pair of swimmers and a big woolen Jacket. For the likes of the UK of course! And all so cheap!
When it came to the fitting bit I had the usual, too long in the crotch, too big in the waist, bla bla bla problems. But I'm sure after the 5th fitting things will be great. As for Ken, his suit fitted him like a glove and he was chuffed! Bloody typical really!!
I also had a T shirt made for a friend and after a little bit of a spelling mistake (mine and Ken's) we finally got it right...But I'm not even going there!
So all going well we toured around the historical city of Hoi An on foot and took in the sights. It's really pretty place along the river with pastel buildings and shop fronts. All very French..Well at least I assume! Really nice place to stay...If you weren't constantly being bullied by tailor's and the like. You'd all be proud of me though...I didn't buy or get made...SHOES!