Muine.

The next place we headed to after Dalat was the lovely Muine, where we are staying for a couple of nights before hitting Saigon. It's been a sweet wee sleepy town with a lovely beach, and a bit of a rest place in terms of the amount of people hassling us to buy something/hop on the back of their motorbike/book a tour.

I woke up at 6.30 this morning and headed out for an hour long walk along the beach, and actually took a bit of time to reflect on the weariness Q and I have succumbed to in terms of the constant pressure to buy things. I walked out of our nice resort(which we are staying in for the hefty sum of $6 a night), past a couple of other nice resorts and hotels, then hit the shacks of some of the local fishing families. They were all out on the beach untangling their nets at the start of what would be a 14 hour day minimum. I felt guilty that I was getting annoyed at these people bugging us, when we are staying at our plush hotel with running water and showers, flashing our wallets and emailing our friends back home at how cheap it is to travel in Asia. It's a real tough one.