Today hasn't helped in the protestation I keep making that I am not a hedonistic wanker. We flew down to Da Nang. Business class. What! It was about a hundred and seventy to go economy and two-fifty for business. You'd go for business too, wouldn't you? At what other time would you be able to, at such a reasonable difference. I mean it was just a one hour flight, and it was more like Premium Economy on any other airline, but we got expressed through check-in and boarding, we spent our waiting time in the business lounge and ate cake, and they placed a steward at the border between us and economy to enable us to disembark before the riff-raff started their push off the plane. Not to mention there was linen, crockery and metal with our snack rather than plastic and paper. Hue airport is apparently closed (and don't tell me any different, even if it is true, because I do not want to know we did the trip for nothing), so we had to do another three hour road transfer from Da Nang to Hue. When I thought driving couldn't get scarier, they popped us onto two lanes of heavy truck and bus traffic and then threw in mountains so that there would be a greater disparity of speed between vehicles and more dangerous places to overtake. It was white knuckle. But the hotel at the end of it is most likely the only place that would be worth it. Five star. French colonial cum Art Deco design, a fabulous deep pool, set on the Perfume River. I was so overwhelmed that I got all funny and embarrassed that I didn't fit in—especially when poor V—— tried to play a joke on me and sneak Wesley into the bar. I lost my sense of humour for a few minutes. This hedonistic stuff is a little bad for me. But I will put up with it until the end of the holiday.
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