Danang is closed today...

We arrived in Danang early this afternoon.  And it seems to be closed.  We ventured out for lunch and there is nothing.  And we are in the business district.  It is almost as bad as being in D.C. after 5:00.  In any event, it's a far cry from Hoi An.  We are the only westerners for miles.  We finally found lunch at a small cafe.  Here we had some sweet tea and omelettes. 

Also, since I keep forgetting to mention it, we did laundry a couple days ago in Hué.  That note is mostly for Nicole, who expressed concern over the size of my pack.  For the record, I havent worn any of my shirts more than once.  And now that we have our custom-tailored shirts to add to the rotation, I think we will be covered.

Danang is kind of a bust.  We are now killing time.  I spent a good amount of time in the cafe on the facebook app on my phone, which inexplicably works.  FB cannot be accessed through browser or on Gregs app.  Therefore I can only assume that I am the only person in Vietnam with access to facebook.  This gives me unprecedented power to poke, chat, and check-in at my will.  Freedom cannot ever be completely denied.

And on that note, I thought I would post the hotel's ominous guest warnings -  particularly regarding no contacting of friends and relatives and no leaving the hotel.  What kind of communist regime would do such a.  .  .oh right.  Though I think more likely something got lost in translation (or whatever I have to say to prevent my blog from being blocked).    And here is one last photo from Danang - our sweet tea at the cafe.  And that's about as exciting as it gets here in Danang. 

EDIT FROM DANANG AIRPORT:

Danang really is hell on earth.  Our hotel has a rooftop lounge, but it was never open.  We had a nice dinner in the beach area, but were scammed by the cab on the way back.  He didn't take the direct way and rigged the meter.  We called shenanigans on him, but to little avail.  Greg's tripod can no longer be carried on and my nail trimmers were confiscated.  What is this...Canada?  The Danang airport is tastefully decorated with old, dirty concrete and Soviet-influenced lines.  There are no shops or food vendors and I am very hungry.  There is a tv playing state-run programming.  The only thing interesting to look at are the hangars across the tarmac that seem to have migs in them.  Given our experience here thusfar, I'm afraid to take a picture.  I think I would be shot.  This is where American armed forces came to relax during the war.  Hard to believe...