At the end, after a quick bite to eat & a seemingly endless stream of “No thank-you’s” to the shop-keepers who were intent on selling me SOMETHING made of marble from their store… I pressed on towards Da Nang.

My Son is an hour from Hoi An when you know where you’re going, and even with my 20 cent map- I wasn’t sure I met that qualification. I heard of a Champa museum up in Da Nang, which I was much closer to- so that became destination #2.

Driving up into Da Nang felt exciting. Well,,, all over the place really, I’m exploring areas with names I’m used to hearing in association with war stories. So I was curious what Da Nang looks like.
Tucked up between the beach and the river, Da Nang looks spread out, like a series of suburbs butted up against each other. There’s a large fleet of wooden fishing trawlers, but as for the city,,, a little unimpressive. I probably didn’t see the main parts.