After sipping frozen cocktails in a caribbean-like resort in Nha Trong, we hopped back on a bus for another glorious 5 hour bus ride - this one even more "memorable" than the last. We were in a 10-seater van which proported to have AC, although with the hot air blowing out of the vents you would think it was winter (not 100 degrees). Rob was sticking to the vinyl seats like a cheap suit, and the guy in front of us was hocking lugies the entire trip. But, leave it to me, I slept like a baby, high on dramamine and receiving intermittent shocks from my new wristband that prohibits the "nauseous" message from traveling to the brain. Gotta love technology.
jg
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