Vietnam is okay with me

I'm a little drunk on ricewine, so maybe that's part of it ;) Having a hard time typing at the moment. Linda, Vicky, and I (a dutch and a brit) traveled from Saigon to Mui Ne on Monday and hated Mui Ne. It's a sleepy little resort town with disgustingly polluted beaches. At that point, none of us were all that enthusiastic with Vietnam, and I was really resisting the urge to flee back to Cambodia to spend the next month working in an orphanage. But we kept saying "maybe Dalat will be better", and fortunately it is. It's up in the central highlands, and the weather is like seattle, so it feels sort of like I'm home - cold and rainy. As soon as we landed in town, we met three men who are part of the EasyRider's group. They a group of moto drivers (many are Vietnam vets) who have an organization to take tourists out into the countryside to see the real Vietnam. So the three of us agreed to a three day trip to Nha Trang, and if by day two we really like it, we may extend to 6 days to Hoi An. I figure I'll do a big motobike tour in ever country in SE Asia, but I think that Cambodia will always have my heart.

We had dinner at a local restaurant up the street from our hotel where they serve soup that you cook at your table. It's really good - Heang and I had some our last night in Phnom Penh, so I knew what to do with all of the stuff. The the men at two tables near us started offering us rice wine (like sake), and we figured it's rude to refuse, right? So we started drinking with them, but my two lovely companions decided they'd had enough, and I stupidly kept drinking. So this email is written in a bit of a drunked stupor, and fortunately you all have no idea how many times I'm had to hit the backspace key ;)