Day 22 Part 3: Beach time, a stupid ticketing system, and more desserts

Stupid blogspot deleted the original post. So here's a lazy redo

Oh look seashells

I can dig

No I can't.

Hoi An old town has a funky ticketing system, where for 90k dong you get entry tickets to 5 different venues. You choose these venues from a list of around 20 places which include museums, old houses, temples, and community halls. Here are our choices.

Folk song and dance show

The jug is a lie, it has a concave bottom.

Invariably, you are brought to the gift shops at the end of each venue

A museum in which a bell is an exhibit

We arrived back in town from the beach relatively late, so a lot of the community halls and museums were closing up. At the Fukinese community hall, there was nobody to collect our ticket. Only this sleepy guard dog was standing post.

Locked out.

Lets try another community hall

Locked in. Foiled again

Old Japanese covered bridge

Dinner time. I was craving duck, Jackie was craving fish. Whenever we found a restaurant that served cheap fish, the duck was expensive, and vice versa. This went on for 5 or 6 restaurants. When we finally settled on a restaurant, we found our table, settled in and ordered our food. They were out of duck for the night, so we were out the door.

This food is from the next restaurant.

The Thanh Long

Braised duck. Half a duck. Hit the spot.

Banana leaf fish

We found our way back to the French bakery for round two

Baby Pavlova

Chocolate truffle cake. Did I mention I am a chocolate fiend?

 After desserts, we saw a cute puppy. He kept moving around while I was trying to take his photo, so here is the best picture I could get of him.

Somewhere along the way, we decided we were going to take pictures of our hotels. We stayed in The Thien Nga for our first 2 nights in Hoi An. They couldn't accomodate us for the 3rd night, so we packed up and moved down the street to the Dai Long.

Our sweet digs at the Dai Long

Where the action takes place. That was a poop joke