Hoi An Feb 16-18
We do our find a room routine. I hire a bicycle and we explore the town, a World Heritage listed small town famous for having 70% of its stores being tailors. I rig a blanket covered seat for Jett and he sits behind me as we ride. We visit a few tailors, choose some clothes from catalogues - school and cargo pants for Jett, suits, shirts and cargoes for me. The lot, made overnight, comes to less than 1 suit would cost me in Sydney. As we are heading back to the hotel, we hear "Jett" called out. Emma, Jetts Danish friend, comes racing around the corner and hugs him like a lost brother and they spend the next 24hrs more like a found boyfriend. We all go for lunch and I get to know her parents better and we agree to meet for a traditional Hoi An dinner which makes for a wonderful evening. It turns out we are all staying within a few buildings of each other and the kids check out each others rooms before we retire for the night, Emma and Jett saying a sad, handholding farewell. Jett has been wonderful, hobbling along on his sore leg with an everpresent smile. An inspiration.
We head out early to see the Old City - 400 year old bridges and houses heritage listed by the World Heritage council. We head back to the hotel, checkout, and Jett waits at the cafe we agreeed to meet our new friends for lunch. I go to the tailors and pick up our clothes, meet everyone at the cafe, and too soon our bus to Hue arrives. Sad farewells said to all, especially Emma and Jett, and we are off on our next experience.
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