Slept on a stranger’s shoulder all the way to My Son, Vietnam’s most important centre of the ancient kingdom of Champa and a Unesco World Heritage site. Woke in a drunken daze at a breakfast stop, apologized to the guy whose shoulder I’d been drooling on, and supped 2 cups of strong lipton tea, which seemed to bring me around a little. A bloody disgrace!
We entered My Son, whose impressive monuments are set in a lovely valley surrounded by hills and a the massive Cat’s Tooth Mountain. The reddish colour of the crumbling ruins contrasted nicely with the slightly misty lush-green surrounds. Though not as breathtaking as, say, Angkor Wat, its historical significance still gave the monuments a feeling of grandeur.
After struggling around the complex and not fully appreciating it due to complete exhaustion, I got back on the bus and back to Hoi An in time for a 9:45am breakfast. After breakfast and a stroll around the suit shops, I finally succumbed to tiredness and crashed at around 1pm. I woke at 6, my body clock now suitably messed-up, and hit TamTam cafe, where a very strong Irish coffee failed to breathe any life into me. Became tired and lethargic, certainly in no mood for partying, and so went to bed early. Still, a day of some achievement – I had
learned not to drink and party heavily before heading to a Unesco World Heritage site if I hoped to appreciate it properly. Young fool.