Nha Trang

As I've mentioned, we endured a 10 hour train journey to get to Nha Trang and do you know what, it was alright. It's odd that all foreigners are sat together and your ticket is stamped 'FOREIGNER' but at least that meant we were able to have a chat with the people around us which helped the journey pass surprisingly quickly.

Our Hotel, The Perfume Grass Inn had been recommended to us so we had booked ahead. It is nice to be able to just turn up at your hotel and go to your room rather than going through the palaver of looking at the rooms and bargaining a price. However, we later found out that we were being overcharged, bugger. After an adult discussion (read argument) with the manager, our rate was reduced so that we were paying the same as everyone else. Well, it was a whole one pound fifty per night we were paying extra..... I know, pathetic isn't it but I rationalise it by telling myself that the amount we were being overcharged adds up to a nights accomodation somewhere and therefore is worth having a little tantrum about (just agree with me).

The hotel was in a perfect location, a stones throw from the beach with all the bars and restaurants right on our doorstep. We arrived at around 10.30 on Saturday 21 April and did what any self respecting backpacker does on arrival at a new destination....... went to find a pub. We found a bar called Crazy Kims that was actually playing decent music (the first decent music we had heard since leaving Brum). Crazy Kim campaigns to protect the street kids again paeodophiles and an amount from every drink sold goes towards her cause (so in fact we were doing it for the kids).

The following morning we were up nice and early to start our 4 day PADI open water diving course. After brekkie we had half an hour to kill so decided to go for a stroll along the beach. My word it is a gorgeous beach. It was all the better for the fact that it was almost desserted (apart from a few hawkers - at that time!) so had an opportunity to take some great photos.

The first day of our course was class room based with DVDs followed by tests. It was a lot of information to take in at once and it's fair to say we were a little frazzled by the end of the day.

The second day we had a full day at a local pool for our practical sessions. The first thing we had to do was swim 200 metres, just 4 lengths of the pool. No problem I thought to myself. There was no time limit at all, it is just intended to ensure divers have a general level of fitness. Ah! We all know that I'm not the fittest person....okay I may be the most unfit person you know, but for some reason I thought I wouldn't have a problem swimming 200 metres. Wrong. Coming up to the end of the second length I realised that I was going to struggle to complete this initial test and that I had foolishly paid for a course that I was going to be unable to complete due to my embarassingly lack of fitness....too many fags, too much vino and no exercise since, well for a long time. Luckily I did manage to complete it but couldn't breath for around 20 minutes afterwards and my limbs had turned to jelly. Honestly, I think they were considering giving me oxygen at one point.

It was a really interesting day but again there there wa a lot to take in. And then there was my panick attack.

Sean, our diving instructor asked us to perform a number of tasks out of the water, on the surface and under the water. These ranged from just floating for 10 minutes to removing and replacing your breathing apparatus underwater. One thing he told us quite clearly is that should something happen under water do not simply shoot to the surface in a blind panic. Should you do that in the actual dive you wouldn't equalize and could rupture a lung or get decompression sickness. Also, don't remove your mask and regulator (the thing you breathe through) once at the surface. Logical yes?

You know what's coming don't you.

Gav and I were performing one particular test during which I had to remove my regulator, signal to Gav that I was out of air and he had to pass me his alternate air source for me to breathe from. When given the signal I was to then remove Gav's alternate air source, find my own regulator which is floating behind my back somewhere and pop it back into my mouth. Simple? Nope. Something to bear in mind that at no point when we were under water were we allowed to hold our breath. When I remove my regulator I have to constantly breathe out whilst remembering to save some breath to purge (blow the water out) the alternate when I put it in my mouth and the same to swap back to my regulator.

During the test I forget how I'm supposed to hold onto Gav, Sean is gesturing at me and I have no idea what he's on about so I get a little flustered. Then when it comes to replacing my air source I remove Gav's and breath out as I'm supposed to but then I can't find mine. A little flustered becomes a little panicked. I finally find my regulator but simply have now breath left to purge....ah and now we have absolute blind panic. I start gulping for breath and of course breathe in water. Obviously all I want is to be out of the water at that point so do exactly what I had been told not to and swim directly to the surface where I then splash around coughing and spluttering like a complete muppet.

I could have purged the regulator my simply pressing a button on the mouthpeice - I forgot. I suspect I will not forget again.

Anyway, we both passed. Yep, I'm as surprised as you are. We had 4 dives at sea, the deepest being to 17 metres, followed by an exam to test us on everything we had learnt. During our dives we were repeatedly tested on the skills we had learnt in the pool and it did all start to make sense once we were putting it into practice (luckily).

It was brilliant. We both really enjoyed the course and are now very much looking forward to our next dive which will hopefully be in Malaysia (dependant on the weather) where the water is apparently 29c!

Us with Cecilie and our diving instructors

We met a lovely Norwegian couple, Cecilie and Steinar, on the diving course. One evening Cecilie and Steinar took us to a restaurant that they had come across previously. The waiter that served us was an absolute diamond. He fell over himself to be helpful and we ended the evening with an amusing language lesson. He taught us a few Vietnamese phrases and in return we taught him how to pronounce the English translations for the items on the menu. We've had so many experiences such as this whilst in Veitnam, where the Vietnamese people simple can not do enough for us and really make our time as enjoyable as possible.

Us with our "diamond" waiter

On Thursday 26 April we headed off to Monkey Island with Cecilie and Steinar. This journey was a cab ride to the harbour and a short boat trip over to the island.

Monkey Island was bliss. Just the four of us, the staff and of course the monkeys (okay there was a fair amount of litter but we'll ignore that). We set off for an explore of the island which is quite small but has some amazing scenery. It wasn't long before we realised we were being watched (by the monkeys not the staff). Steinar bought some nuts to feed to the residents and they soon clocked the bag rustling in his pocket. Within minutes we were surrounded by the 'cute' little monkeys which actually became quite intimidating! We spent the remainder of the day lounging around on the beach (read Gav slept all day) whilst Cecilie and Steinar snorkelled. We saw a woman get attacked by a monkey when the little critter decided that she wasn't feeding him quickly enough (we'd had a lucky escape).

We extended our stay in Nha Trang a little as it was a public holiday in Vietnam on 30 April and 1 May and therefore travelling anywhere during that time would have been problematic. Yes okay, okay, we jut wanted to doss around on the beach for a little longer, can you blame us!

On [bSunday 29 April[/b] we set off for a little sight seeing. As I've mentioned in a previous entry, Gav has put his foot down on about all the walking so we hired a motorbike without a driver for the day. To quote my Brother, it was "a bag of nails". There was an awful scraping sound once we went past about 10 miles per hour and we lurched forward everytime we changed gear (or maybe that was just Gav's driving). Anyway, it did the job and meant we were able to see all the sites we wanted to in one day (leaving more time for the beach of course).

When in Rome....

The Long Son Pagoda

The Giant Seated Buddha

Nha Trang Cathedral

Nha Trang has great seafood. We had a whole lobster, a crab and 4 tiger prawns for the equivalent of 4 quid and it was all BBQ'd by a little old lady right on the beach so we didn't even have to interrupt our sunbathing (needless to say there are no pictures of this....the food didn't last long enough).

Talking of sunbathing, Gav is sunburnt. He is convinced he will go brown at somepoint before the end of our years travelling although I'm not so sure. Bless.

Our last night out in Nha Trang - The Sailing Club and Why Not Bar

These little darlings are a couple of the kids that patrol the beach trying to part you from your money. It seems they also try to part you from your 'hard earned' by whipping your ass at pool.

I'm a Hustler baby........

On Wednesday 2 May we departed Nha Trang (reluctantly) and set off on our 10 hour bus journey to Ho Chi Minh City.