Hoa’s place

Hoa’s Place

Hoa’s place if the kind of place I would like to run if I had a place like this to run.
I would put it in the same class of Don Armando in Tulum, and Evaristo in Playa Blanca in Colombia.
It is in Danang, just on the China Beach, according to LP the rock’n’roll beach of the American during the war.
Hoa’s place is just 50 meters from the beach, and on the back you can see the Marble Montain pagoda.
I went to have a walk down there, to find an ATM, and I found instead a colossal marble buddha, with little buddhas crawling on his shoulder like toddlers!

Hoa’s place is dirty cheap (a basic room comes from around 7US$) and relaxed, it the best place to forget you are in money driven vietnam.
Beer is 10.000 dong, and you can serve yourself from the big fridge in the common area. Just put what you consume in the notebook Hoa put on the till and you will pay when you go. Nobody will check you, so it it left to your honesty to get into the rigth number. And if you cheat, pity on you. Hoa has a take it easy attitude.
Maybe not so his wife.
Dinner is communal, if you want, and it comes for 3.5US$.
And for the price, it comes quite good. Spring rolls (according to one of the poster, Hoa’s wife does the best spring rolls in town), grilled or stewed fish, stir fried meat, lot of vegetables, vegetable curry and the always present noodles and steamed rice.
Breakfast is actually better: mango or banana or bacon pancake, with vietnamese coffee, unfortunately with sweet milk, that is condensed milk.
I had the opportunity to meet Hoa on my last day, apparently he was out on business the days before. He was always sitting on a beach bed under a veranda and always smiling and greeting you. The place was actually run by an assistant and his wife.
Astrid and Simon, the Swiss couple I meet in Mongolia first and then on the train to hanoi, were also there, and with them an Austrian couple too.
We spent the night talking and drinking and smoking, while other guests went back nad forward from the beach, to carry beer for a bonfire.
As I said, the perfect place.

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