The third morning in a row that I had to get up early. Today we were visiting My Son, a collection of about 20 temples (originally 68), it is classified as a UNESCO world heritage site. To be honest we were all under-whelmed by it, yes it was 1600 years old but really not that impressive, I am pleased to have ticked it off the list but I don't think I will ever make a return visit. We travelled there by bus, it was one of the worst journeys I have ever taken, the bus itself was 50 years old and the seats were terrible, every little bump we went over they rocked backwards and forwards so I was rocking practically the whole way there, plus it made a dreadful squeaking noise which didn't help anything, on the way back we caught a boat which was much smoother and cooler. In the afternoon we were all going to go to the beach but George decided he didn't want to and the Rob decided he was still too burnt from earlier in the week, so I hired a bicycle and rode the 4.5km to the coast and spent a couple of hours sunning myself whilst the other 2 read in our stuffy room.At the beach I lay down on a sun bed and was promptly asked for money so I took my towel and lay in the sand, the woman didn't t look too happy! This evening we again went to cafe 43 for our evening meal, I had such a nice dish of fried pork, it was certainly worth going back there a second time and I would recommend it to anyone else, probably our best meal so far!
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