Hoi An ... a quiet little place with very few cars, just the swish of silent sweaving cyclists to watch out for. Lots of dark wooded houses covered in mother of pearl lettering, a Japenese covered bridge and Chinese assembly halls with papier mache warriers and carp gasping away in pools. By night the place is illuminated by multicoloured paper lanterns shivering in the river running nearby.
But enough of that ... we found a place that does 2 gin and tonics for a pound ... hoorah! It was here that I discovered the fascinating pool playing skills of my travelling partner, who managed to inflict the first ever recorded wound in the history of pool, snooker and billiards. All this oriental influence must have gone to her head juding from her cueing action, weilding the cue like a demented samurai warrior.
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