A picturesque town trading on the remnants of an old merchant culture and a beach area, not bad to look at, but lacking in substance and full of touristic kitsch. We stayed at a nice hotel, tried a few restaurants, walked in the old town section and along the river (the town has commendably closed it to motor vehicles at key times), explored the market, visited the beach and, after two nights, flew to Saigon from nearby Danang. The Hoi An food market was the most authentic part, although there were some instances where aggressive touching by female sellers became objectionable. Perhaps they just wanted to feel my well-toned body.
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| Baby Mustard restaurant in Hoi An. Not bad. |
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| Emma prepares a rice paper roll. |
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| Watering the garden of the restaurant. |
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| Ferry loaded with motorcycles. |
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| One motorcyclist with his wares. |
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| Old boat named for unknown reasons the "Solar Energy Cultural Boat." |
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| If he wanted to lie down why hire a boat? I would guess this is an arrogant asshole. |
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| Hoi An pushes lanterns. |
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| Birds push eggs. |
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| Picturesque and pathetic |
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| The best of a rather boring group of old merchant houses, touted as major tourist attractions. By the way, the Trade Ceramic Museum was a disgrace. |
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| The Japanese Bridge, looking better in my photo than in reality |
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| The beach of Hoi An |
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| Beach detail |
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| Market woman. Authentic old shelf-sitting position, rarely seen nowadays. |
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| Flower seller |
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| Large Japanese group |
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| River scene showing large fishing net, operated by crank mechanism in foreground. I believe it is used only for scheduled tourist display, not for real fishing. |
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