The road to Hoi An, a small city in Central Vietnam, was literally long and winding.
From the south, we took the train to Danang City (where beaches and bridges were the only things of interest), and then hopped on an old bus that drove us to our destination in half an hour.
After the cramped train and bus rides, which we can only describe as blah, we were granted our right of personal space when we reached Hoi An.
When we arrived in the bus station, we found that there really wasn’t much to see. The view from there was an empty Vietnam countryside (with Vietnamese tea and Banh Mi stalls in a corner). We were given the impression that there isn’t really much to see in this small city.
We were wrong. Very.