Had Wisam and I been a couple, our luxurious room and the surroundings at Ha An hotel would have provided a tempting backdrop for a very romantic stay. As it turned out, our drunken revelry the night before just made for a very restful sleep.
In the morning, we indulged in another delectable breakfast buffet, followed by what can only be described as a capitalist consumption feeding frenzy. Between scarves for ourselves and souvenirs for loved ones, we singlehandedly stimulated the Vietnamese economy. It was kind of disgusting actually, but really really fun.
We ran into our friend from the Hoi An flight, Sam, sitting alone in a cafe, drowning his sorrows in a Coca-Cola. When we asked how his night had turned out, he grimaced and revealed that his far-fetched plans with the beautiful Emma were foiled by some open-shirted, fake-n-baked, cocky Rico Suave...none other than HBS Douchebag (see Day 12 post). He lamented, "I just don't understand. We spent the whole day together. I helped her pick out a suit, we got massages and had a great dinner together, then we went to the bar where we saw you...then that guy swoops in and steals my girl." Sam looked confused when Wisam and I looked at each other and erupted into laughter. "We go to school with him," we responded. Sam searched our faces for some sort of confirmation that this dude had violated some international code of 'bro-hood. "Yup," we confirmed. "You were the victim of an international cock-block." He still looked sad, so we tried to give him a game plan for that evening, recommending that he book a room at our hotel, Ha An, which would be a very romantic locale to take a lady friend. I added, "Yea, if Wisam and I were a couple, there would have been a lot of sweet sweet lovemaking going on last night." It suddenly dawned on him that we were not, in fact, the lesbians he had suspected us to be and looked even more disappointed. But there was no time to console him. We wished Sam safe travels and went on our way.
The afternoon was jam-packed. We picked up Wisam's suit, I had a cute set of custom sandals made, and we did a second fitting for our dresses, while they promised to have the finished product ready by 4pm to deliver to our hotel. At almost 4:30pm, a woman on a motorbike delivered our package, and we headed to Danang to catch a 6pm flight to Ho Chi Minh City.
After nearly half an hour in a Saigon cab in rush hour, we arrived at the super-luxe Legend Hotel (motto: "Not a myth, but a legend." Baller!) in District 1. Really only pics can describe this place, which we will post. The hotel was a significant upgrade after some moderate "roughing it" in Hanoi and Sa Pa. The staff obviously thought we were homeless when we checked in wearing our sweaty Western tourist streetwear.
We freshened up and put on some decent clothes before grabbing dinner at steakhouse Amigos, where we dined on Argentinean filet mignon and some beef carpaccio. Another highlight: local Vietnamese beer 333. Shortly thereafter we snuggled into our comfy beds at Legend, in a room overlooking the busy Saigon River, illuminated with commercial watercraft by night.
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