Da Lat

Xin chào, you little sheep 🐑

Reaching Da Lat was actually different than usual, very relaxed. In Bao Loc we simply jumped into a bus (another strange one with 3 rows) and were driven to Da Lat. We actually learned something from our previous bus experiences, as Julian, with the presence of mind that he is, bought some adhesive tape in Bao Loc, which we were then able to stick over the air conditioning things. The madness. The live hack of the millennium. After a few hours of driving through dense pine forests and gaining altitude, we arrived in Da Lat. There we rented a scooter and drove to our accommodation. The accommodation was supposed to be 40 minutes away from Dalat, but of course it took us over an hour to even find the accommodation because the address given was incorrect and we couldn't find anything direct on maps. So we walked along some dirt roads made of red sand again until we finally found the accommodation. This was on a coffee farm and was actually really cute. However, our night there was hell as the slatted frame was broken in the middle and the mattress was so hard that the next morning we felt like a hippopotamus had walked over us. We canceled the next three nights there and looked for a hostel in the middle of Dalat. Fortunately. After we told the nice woman in our new hostel how horrible our last night was, she immediately gave us a large room. Her caring nature reminded us a little of Sheryn from Ko Chang... (we miss her very much). I had barely gotten over my cold when Julian got it so bad that he had to rest for a day too. After a good night's sleep and a few medications, he quickly got better again, and so we spent the next few days in a far too crowded night market, where of course everyone was offering the same thing, and on an unexpected adventure tour that took us away the roads led through small villages and plantations. We had planned to go to a waterfall west of Da Lat after visiting the Avalokiteśvara statue at the Elephant Falls, but Google Maps took us right through the middle of nowhere and we ended up hearing the waterfall but not seeing it. I still can't believe that Google Maps actually saw this as a passable path or road to drive. At least we had some incredibly beautiful viewpoints and were probably where no tourist would otherwise go. On March 5th we actually wanted to travel on to the city of Da Nang, which is roughly in the middle of Vietnam. We also booked a bus that would leave in the afternoon. But as you can probably already imagine, it was once again pure chaos. The bus was canceled and other buses we tried to book were no longer available as all buses were full. Luckily, the Red House was able to accommodate us for another night and once again took great care of us. That same evening we discovered the craziest bar we had ever seen. The bar is called 100 Roofs and was built by an artist who already built a house with 100 roofs. He was probably a little crazy because the payment for the bar was very special and so was the construction of the rooms. In some cases you could slip through holes in the floor using small ladders and end up three rooms further down or up. There were floors within floors within floors and you never really knew exactly where you were.

The next morning we left the Red House to take a bus towards Nah Trang. But more on that later…

Tạm biệt.