After bánh mì ốp la for breakfast, I had a 140 km drive from Da Lat to Nha Trang. I would be going down out of the mountains back to the beach. Google sent me to a road that didn’t exist, so getting out of Dalat was hard. But once on the road it was another spectacular ride. I went through mountains with epic views. There were waterfalls and valleys. It was cold up there. And foggy. But beautiful.
Eventually I was back at sea level. It wasn’t too hot. Nha Trang is a big city. The tourist area feels like Kuta, Bali, which is not a good thing. I went the the cheap hotel alley, and took the first one I looked at for $11.
Like Mui Ne, Nha Trang is popular with Russians from Siberia. The streets are packed with them, and many of the businesses only have signs in Russian and Vietnamese. It was actually a little confusing looking for a supermarket, since it wasn’t obvious what the stores were selling, and I can’t read Russian. It’s a strange place.