Mui Ne..... again.

Our plan to continue on the the beach resort of Nha Trang failed miserably. From the moment we arrived in Dalat we heard rumours of blocked & broken mountain roads and met travellers who had spent a few days trying to get a bus out of there. After two nights we were miraculously informed that our bus to Nah Trang would be running, so we got up at 7am and hopped on our miracle bus! ..... 5 minutes later the driver got a call saying the road was once again closed and our choice was simple: Cold Wet Dalat or Mui Ne.

We all chose Mui Ne.

So we were heading in the wrong direction - but at least we were moving!
After about 20 mins the skies started to clear and the sun came out! Then a few hours into the journey the bus stopped. In front of us was a lorry in the middle of the road, a lot of crates and bags, and 15 or so people milling around. We jumped out of the bus to see what the hold up was and saw another truck on its side, halfway down the steep bamboo-lined hillside. Relieved to here the driver had survived the accident, we realised that our road was blocked by the relief truck, here to rescue the lorry's contents (300 boxes and bags of vegetables).

While it was a shame to be travelling in the wrong direction, we were glad to back in a sunny beach resort and arrived with a new set of friends from our bus journey, James (an Aussie we met in Saigon), Oli (German yah?) and Jess, a fellow Londoner. We recovered from the cold by walking on the beach, swimming in the sea and filling up once again on seafood at Bo Ke, (the owner now seemed like an old friend).