Today was a lot of fun until we realized that we left our camera in a taxi as we hurriedly bailed out to catch the evening bus to Da Nang. We'd spent an otherwise fund day traveling with our guide, Mr. Tich, to Hoi An, about an hour and a half south of Da Nang. The loss put a real damper on the day and is an abrupt change from the wonderful experiences of the past week.
Before that event, we found English language books at Randy's Book Exchange (one reason we came) toured the Old City that dates back over 300 years to when Japanese and Chinese traders established their trading bases there. Hoi An was the major port in southeast Asia until ships became too large and trade moved to deeper water in Da Nang. On this day after Christmas the Old City was alive with trade: tourists and the many shops that cater to them.
We traveled from Da Nang to Hoi An by local bus. Mr. Tich handled all the arrangements. The bus was packed with people, some building materials and a bicycle. The three of us wedged into maybe two seats in the back of the bus. The trip back was similar--less additional cargo but certainly full. We discovered the missing camera en route to Da Nang. Mr. Tich called the taxi company with no definite results. He will try again tomorrow. Maybe whoever finds it will turn it in.
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