Hoi An old town is world heritage listed and for good reason. Its a beautiful little place that has a different pace to what we have experienced so far. Its really relaxing and pretty. Our hotel was great and close, and there are plenty of places to see. The weather was hot, with the odd late afternoon storm for relief.
We headed out to My Son (pronounced Mee Sun) ruins, about 60km out of town. This is all that remains of a 1300 year old Hindu inspired civilisation. It's a beautiful place. It was continuously inhabited for 1000 years! Unfortunately the Americans bombed it during the war because the Viet Cong used it as a staging point. We wandered the ruins, showering ourselves in our own sweat. I have never been more thankful for an air-conditioned bus in my life. 
One of the best lines written in the Lonely Planet is the warning "getting clothes tailored in Hoi An is very addictive" And it soooooo is. We decided getting a few things done was a great idea. And it is - its cheaper than getting it made back home and the clothes fit better. You get one thing made, and its soooooo easy you decide to get something else made. The rot sets in. Your mind starts to see everything you desire or have wanted for ages. Your brain tells you: 'you are in fact saving money! I could never get it back home for the same price!' You ask yourself 'Is there a shop that does leather jackets?' Turns out there is. And so guess what I had made. Tash has wanted to replace a set of sandals she loved to death. Guess what she had made. I wondered if I could get a winter jacket made. Tash has always been a sucker for jackets. Suit? No problem. Skirt? How about 2!
We ended up sending a big box back (the most efficient post service I have ever encountered - they came to the hotel and in 5 minutes a well enclosed box was on its way). We'll probably get home before it does.We must leave for Hue before something else gets our attention.
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