January 24, at pm 3 comments. A playground for westerners and wealthy Vietnamese, Nha Trang offers everything you would expect from a tourist blackspot β a beautiful white sand beach, plenty of accomodation, more bars than you can shake a beer at and a handful of great nightclubs.
There is also a pretty distasteful group of prostitutes strutting about at nighttime cornering western men, groping them and while they are distracted, stealing their wallets. Usually that many tauts and drunken westerners in one place would have been our nightmare but by the time we reached Nha Trang β tired, dirty, and with painful saddle sores β we were more than happy to surrender to shameless tourism for a few days of eating, drinking and recovering on the beach.
And that is exactly how it turned out. We also stumbled upon Dave who, after a forgotten night in the infamous Sailing Club, was vomitting on lawns, in ponds and just about everywhere he could find a space free of stalls and motorbikes. That set the tone for the trip and we spent a fun-filled few days bouncing from Why Not Bar to Red Apple, alternating between 50 cent double rum and cokes and buckets of red bull and vodka.
The Aussies, as usual, were letting it rip on the female tourists, waitresses, hotel staff, hawkers, bar maids, tour guides, sales girls, mothers, daughters and bystanders of Nha Trang creating a web of scandal, controversy, bitterness and hilarity wherever they went.
Apparently Nha Trang can be pretty nice if you can set down your beer, say no to the booze cruise and set a course of your own.
