After another sleepless night on a 14 hour 'sleeper' bus, we were lucky to find a hotel that would allow us to check in at 5 in the morning. Tired and grumpy, we slept for a few hours before heading down to the famous beach at Nah Trang. It was absolutely wonderful, in a bay with small waves and coarse sand. While the touts on the beach return to try and sell you the same thing too often, the beach is a nice place to hang out for an hour or so.
The rest of Nah Trang just seemed like a normal city. After a lazy day, I had designs on finding the mexican restaurant in Nah Trang so that I could have some Chilli Con Carne.
I miss it as it is one of my favourite meals at home. We walked three blocks to get to the mexican restaurant, where we were greeted by a labourer who let us know that the mexican restaurant was no longer running. Bad online reviews of the place (El Coyote) may have had an effect on the popularity of the place. Chilling on the beach gets boring quickly, so we were ready to catch a bus to a french-inspired town in the highlands of souther Vietnam called Dalat.
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