Decisions decisions.

9/5 - Moving house again. I was going to go to the Mekong Delta, but decided to go to Dalat. Why, I don't remember, so it must have been a monumental decision. Dalat is in the Central Highlands of South Vietnam and handily, the bus goes from just around the corner. That could have been the reason to choose it. I lugged my gear around there and luckily, there is a bus ready to go. Got my ticket and stowed my gear in the hold, along with a couple of motos. I know I go on about this, but do you think that would happen in the UK. Anything gets transported here, so long as it will fit in or on. Except durian, that has to go outside or not at all. This is the most luxurious bus I have been on so far, but the local one to Ha Tien, was cosier and friendlier.
It is a fair old hike, about 6 - 7 hours but the views are good, to the time doesn't drag. We stopped a couple of times at services. I am trying all sorts of food at the services now. At the first one I tried a strawberry cornetto, just what the doctor ordered. At the second it was back to pho bo. The conductor made a list of the hotels we were staying at, I picked mine out of the LP, as he was writing the list. It will be handy getting dropped at the hotel. It was also wishful thinking. We got dumped at the town centre, or just out of it.
I looked at my map, I don't know why, but didn't feel so bad when a Swiss bloke couldn't work out our location either. The bus driver pointed out on the map where we were and I still couldn't work it out. The Swiss bloke wandered off to find some street names and a smashing little lass, very reminiscent of Diep, showed him where we were. The bus driver was a country mile off. The little lass was trying to get us to go to her hotel, the Swiss lad wandered off not interested. She told me where the one I was after was and said, "but very expensive $10-12". I asked where hers was. We were stood in it, fronted by a mobile shop. Does it sound dodgy to you? Oh yee of little faith. I didn't have to walk, so I took a gander. Cable TV (footie), hot water (luxury), big room (parties) and a balcony (outside toilet). $6, how could I say no. She even wanted to carry my rucksack upstairs.
It is fairly close to the local town centre, as opposed to the tourist town centre. I mozied on out to checkout the neighbourhood. This is quite a neat little place. The telephone tower is modeled on the Eifel tower, but I think that is quite common in VN. I almost went into a local eatery, but kept going a while and hit the real town centre, Touristville. I shouldn't keep having a go really, considering my position as a tourist. There's a smashing big lake and a good looking golf course, $65 a go. I could be tempted. The tourist area has loads of neon and a line of bars, so being a tourist, I went in one, for a coffee of course, but had a beer. The town is buzzing, it is that time of night again. Dalat is busy with VN tourists as well as foreign tourists. I watched the sun go down over my beer and headed off again. I hit the ATM, but could only get money out if I used my card. I couldn't find a local eatery that was open now, so ended up doing a complete loop and back at the first place I saw. I should have gone in then, this place is too hilly to be wandering all over, I wont be hiring a push bike here.
The city/town is popular with VN tourists because it is the flower city of VN, also known as the honeymoon city. It is the biggest flower and veg producer in the country I believe and I am very glad to be here.