The most terrible place in the world

In Vinh I left the hotel very early in the morning, to look around a bit. It was Sunday morning seven o'clock and I thought, I could enjoy some kind of silence.This illusion lasted only a few seconds, until I had reached the street... it seemed that the whole city was on its way to somewhere, the traffic and the corresponding noise were incredible. The most important part of Vietnamese scooters, motorcycles and cars is the horn. Without a loud or even louder horn you are nothing and practically lost... I always thought that traffic in Barcelona was terrible, but I think I might "enjoy" it when I'm back...
Anyway, I walked around for an hour or two, drank a coffee, ate Pho, the traditional vietnamese soup, and decided to get out of this city as soon as possible. Vinh had absolutely nothing to it which might make it worth staying one day. The grey weather made everything even worse... I met the French women and they had the same idea... When we walked to the train station, the counters were closed and would be open again at 14.00... sounded somehow familiar. So we went back to the hotel, checked out, and slowly but steady made our way back to the train station. We should have hurried up a bit... the whole morning it was cloudy, drizzling now and then, but after walking a few minutes, a downpoor started, which was heavier than everything I can remember... in spite of raingear and umbrellas we arrived soaked at the station.The rainfall continued for the rest of the afternoon, the temperature went down, and yet I was lucky: I probably got the last ticket for the route I was asking for, south to Quang Ngai... the French women took an earlier afternoon train. I had booked a sleeper, which was due to leave at 18.30... until then the hours seemed to drag endlessly. Finally the train arrived... it's hard to describe how happy I was to finally sit down in my compartment and leave Vinh...