Apparently the cockroach from last night’s dinner made an impression on Martijn because he got up in the middle of the night shaking the blanket off and talking in his sleep that “they are all over me, the cockroaches are crawling all over me.” When asked this morning if he remembered that he did this he said no and denied ever talking in his sleep or acting crazy because of a dream.
A peaceful night like that was a good preparation for an early rise for our tour to My Son, Vietnam’s most famous (ruined) temple complex. The guide compared it to Angor Wat in Cambodia, but it falls a bit short. It was amazing to see that the restoration of 30 years ago was in worse shape than the original construction, the method of which remains a mystery.
Another mystery is where one of the deities came from which was half man and half woman; the answer here according to our guide was a ladyboy from Bangkok. He really cracked himself up with this tasteless joke.
We loved the insects.
After our visit to the complex we took a boat trip back to Hoi An visiting a small fisherman/boat building village that suffers from high water during the wet season. Use Martijn as a reference.
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