It was particularly
hot today, so after breakfast at our little place across the road we
just hung around the hotel, went for lunch at the Indian across the
road and then hung around the hotel some more. At about 3pm, the
cleaners knocked on the door, so we finally mobilised ourselves and
went down to the beach for a swim. Interestingly, this was the first
time that we saw significant numbers of locals in the sea (which was,
again, very calm). At about 6pm, we went out for dinner at our usual
place. This is our last night in Da Nang, so the girls gave the old
woman at the restaurant a loom-band bracelet, much to her evident
delight (we saw her later showing it off to some of the other
diners).
One of Da Nang's
claims to fame is its dragon bridge – an impressive 666-metre-long
structure that crosses the Han River and was opened to traffic in
2013. At night, the bridge lights up in constantly changing colours
and on the weekends, it breathes fire and sprays water. We had read
that the show takes place at 9pm and as we could see the bridge from
the apartment, we set the alarm and crowded around the window when it
went off. Of course, nothing happened, so we figured that we'd got
the details wrong and drifted back to what we had been doing before
the alarm went off. A little later I went and had another look and
saw water jets spraying out of the dragon's mouth – sadly we never
got to see the fire.
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