Current status: on a beach lounger watching the waves crash as Russian tourists walk by.
How’d I get here? The road from hell.
This morning we left our French-inspired resort in French-inspired Da Lat around 9:00am. 150km and 3.5 hours of white knuckle, almost vomit-inducing of driving landed us in our next stop of the beach city of Nha Trang.
But first, the road from hell.
This was the worst driving trip I’ve ever been on and I’m not exaggerating because of recency-bias. Most of the ride was on curvy, hilly and foggy rural mountainous roads.
Unlike the drive from Saigon to Da Lat where there was small town after small town, the ride from Da Lat to Nha Trang was lonely. Small waterfalls dot the large sloping mountain on one side of the car while a small, if even any, guardrail is on the other side. The drive is lightly peppered with other vans, buses and of course motorcycles.
About two hours in I saw our first chance to stop the car — a runaway truck ramp. I signaled to our driver to pull over. I’m not sure I woulda made it if we waiting one curve longer.
I get motion sickness very easily. So much so that I got prescribed a patch to fight it on this trip knowing it’d be a battle at times. The patch had worked FABULOUS so far. Today? Well I guess it worked because I didn’t get sick but I felt awful.
Somehow, eventually, we made it. I really wish I could have enjoyed the views. Some of them were breathtaking but I was too focused on my equilibrium to pay attention.
We arrived in Nha Trang and got into our room around 2:00. We had to wait a few minutes because it wasn’t ready so we had walked the surrounding blocks and found the beach which was only two blocks away.
We’re staying at the Liberty Central. For the few hours we’ve been here the hotel has been fine. Decent ocean and city view. Clean. Comfy bed. Etc.
We went down to the beach for about an hour. It was overcast and rained off and on. But we sat there watching the waves crash and Russians lounge in neighboring chairs. Apparently Nha Trang is a huge tourist attraction for Russians. Like there are more signs in Russian than English. It’s fine, just different not being the second language of choice in a foreign place.
Alright. Time to head up to the rooftop bar and grab our complimentary cocktail.
Post Script: Four more egg rolls today. Count is up to 32.