The car ride from the airport was daunting to say the least.  We were doing about 50mph through curves that would have been signed for 15 in the USA.  Honestly it was probably bad enough that I should have left questionable feedback for the Uber Driver, but I was having fun and wouldn’t do that.

After about twenty minutes of  bouncing from curb to curb, riding through tight and frequent twists, we were finally nearing the hostel. The car ride reminded me quite a bit of Atlanta, in the sense that this was a very large city, yet was sprawled out all over the place that you hardly knew whether you were in the center or not.

Rolling hills, short but yet very steep, which were covered with wide roads that wound back and forth…so much that you hardly knew which direction you were heading.

Arriving at the Hostel

The day dragged on longer than expected, and I didn’t arrive at the hostel until just after 9pm.  By that time, it appeared we were already in full evening party mode.  I could barely get in the door of the damn place!

It was the smallest and shackiest looking building I had gone inside of during my entire time in SE Asia.  The roof was flat and from street level, appeared to be about two feet shorter than I was.