We took an early bus from Mui Ne to Ho Chi Minh City. Technically only a section of this city is still Saigon, but the name is still used pretty much universally. We were staying in a nice seeming hotel in the backpacker district. Amy was feeling a bit knackered from the journey, so I stepped out to wander around the district. It was a bustling little street with bars, restaurants, galleries and shops. I plonked myself down to watch some rugby highlights, and later to chill out, read and watch the world go by. All seemed right.
Amy roused from her slumber and we headed out for dinner at a nice Veggie restaurant around the corner. As we headed back we walked past two bars opposite each other, absolutely blasting their music at each other. ‘How silly’, we laughed. Sadly, it was a sign of what was to come.
As we settled down to sleep, the pounding from a nearby club shook our (interior, windowless, fourth floor) room and kept us awake. Oh well, surely it would ease at midnight? No such luck. The thumping kept going until nearly 6am. Amy briefly took refuge to read in the bathroom, only to discover cockroaches scuttling about. Thoroughly tired and grumpy we checked straight out of that hotel and went to a nicer, quieter hotel across town. Amy caught up on sleep that afternoon, while I headed out to the art museum (which, for some reason, refused to turn their lights on). We finally got a decent night’s sleep, before heading on the bus out of Vietnam and across the border to Phnom Penh in Cambodia.