The journey from Dalat to Nha Trang was beautiful, waterfalls, mountains etc etc! And we didn’t even get that close to the edge of the scarily high mountains, which was a bonus in my books.
There was but one downside to this beautiful journey…and that was that nearly every single local on the bus (and they represented the majority of the people) were travel sick. This meant that every once in a while someone would run down to the driver and grab a huge wad of small, green sick bags, and pass them round. It wasn’t so bad for us at the front until the lady in the chairs across the aisle from us starting to throw up very loudly, which promptly started her baby off, which started off the lady behind them, and would have started me off, had I not turned up the iPod very quickly, so that I’m sure half the bus were listening to Oasis and Queen with me (yes, I’m that cool).
Luckily the journey was only four hours, and we got our free transfer to our hotel (got to love this bus company!), and were surprised with how nice Nha Trang was. We’d heard stories of it being really loud, rowdy and full of drunks, and people we’d been talking to in Dalat were saying they were happy to leave. But we thought it was really nice! As long as you don’t get ridiculously drunk and decide to go skinny dipping, or race around the streets naked causing havoc, everyone in Nha Trang is going to love you.
Sadly we saw very little of Nha Trang during our 2 day stay (or at least I did), as I spent most of it locked up in the bathroom being sick. Nice of me to share isn’t it!
Luckily for me we’d changed our plans, instead of staying in Nha Trang for one day, and getting a 12 hour bus on the Saturday, we got a one hour flight on the Sunday. This gave me time to recover enough to not throw up on the plane, and saved us a lot of time.
Flashpackers ‘R’ Us.