I eat too much? Thanks for that, tiny Vietnamese woman

Here we are in Hoi An and I must say, it is very beautiful indeed. Beautiful and full to the brim of British people. And rain. A lot of rain. We pretty much paddled home-it was almost like being on the beach in Scotland: water at your feet and also falling in copious amounts onto your head. It goes without saying that this is exactly what I dreamed my trip to Vietnam would be like.
We had another classic day of waiting around for transport yesterday: after a nice French breakfast with what I can only describe as an exceptional fruit salad, we hopped in a taxi that took us to quite a shifty looking travel agency. After our last encounter with a travel agency here, I was naturally somewhat sceptical about where we would end up. But we were bundled into a mini bus with two very French men and an old Vietnamese man. This, we thought, was our bus to Hoi An. But no, turns out it was yet another link in the travel chain. This little party bus went literally 1 minute round the corner and dropped us off at a café. There was a gaggle of unwashed Westerners outside, lots wearing baggy hippie trousers, so we knew we were in the right place. Seriously, the baggy trousers here are all over the shop! They seem to be the ultimate traveller accessory, along with some kind of bead/leather cuff that tries to say 'I am a man/woman of the world. Look at all these ethnic things I have!'. Actually they just scream 'I AM NOT FROM HERE' and gives them away immediately. Well, that and the fact that they are giants in comparison to all people in Vietnam. After waiting for an extra hour, we piled onto a crazy double decker sleeper bus with wifi (!!!) which I thought was the height of luxury until I got on and realised my seat had an odour not entirely dissimilar to that of urine. So that was a nice 4 hour journey.
We got to Hoi An at about 7 and were picked up by a taxi from the hotel which made us feel very important-the guy even had a sign. A special moment for us all, I think you'll agree. After dumping our stuff, we went on the hunt for food and found some incredible spring rolls and noodles. I can now confirm that it's possible to inhale spring rolls when you haven't eaten for 8 hours and have been trapped on a wee bus. We had a walk around the town which was all shiny and pretty and romantic, so very perfect for Fin and his very geeky cousin (me, in case you were wondering). We ended the day with a few games of pool and table football. All of which I lost.
Today was almost a total write off, thanks to the rain. We braved town for all of about 2 hours, which was more than enough time for a little Vietnamese lady to spot me and tell me that I have nice dimples and that I probably eat too much. We spent the afternoon looking at the rain and pondering the great mysteries of life, such as 'why is it raining so?' and 'rain, why must you torture me with your presence?'. We had a cracking dinner, though-pork ribs with satay sauce and sticky rice-and finished with a few beers and some good old fashioned card games.
We're doing a cooking course tomorrow so fingers crossed it won't be bucketing it down: the course includes a relaxing boat cruise. Watch this space!