Breakfast was good this morning (Toni Braxton aside). The hotel operator laughed like a fucking maniac whenever he had to speak to us. Shit got pretty creepy. Regardless, brotha knows how to make him some eggs. The kitchen was jam packed with good smells, bread and super legit honey. Chillies frying! Seriously. It was better than you’d expect just looking at the establishment or the town, in general.
I bought Jackie new shoes because
she’s mostly crazy and refused to get new ones herself. Her old shoes tried to kill her several times yesterday. She bitched about the make of the shoes, but she should have been more appreciative of the fact that they carry giantess sizes in a town that small.
We made it to Da Lat without incident. It was a decent ride today. We drove from Dong Rung, Middle of Nowhere, (on QL27 between Buon Ma Thuot and Da Lat) to Da Lat fairly quickly. We barely evaded a storm enroute:
We pulled into the hotel just as the sky opened up and pissed it down. Hien An is a good, cheap hotel in Da Lat, by the way.
I wholeheartedly recommend it. It’s a couple hundred meters from the backpacker area down Phan Dinh Phung.
We’ve decided to take a stab at another jungle tomorrow. We’re driving down to Phan Thiet tomorrow and going through a National park rather than taking a National Highway. Our reasoning being: we’re awesome.
We’ll snag the afternoon train to Saigon Friday at 2 and be home by 6. OH, YES! EXCITEMENT!