From Mui Ne, we took an 18-hour sleeper train to Hoi An. The train was quite entertaining. We passed the evening away playing a rowdy game of dice with fellow travelers in the restaurant car. When the train ran out of beer very early in the evening, it was amusing to watch our new dice-playing Austrian friend attempting to communicate to travelers on the platform outside the train windows that we would give them money and they should run buy us beer. Despite his best attempts, train travelers remained beerless. Probably because the only people on the platform were a bunch of Vietnamese teenagers who fell into fits of hysterical giggling when the large white foreignor within banged on the window and started shouting `BIA! BIA!` and gesturing furiously.
My Son (according to the Lonely Planet) was the most important Cham intellectual and religious center in the ancient Kingdom of Champa. My Son is the smaller counterpart to other famous Indian-influenced civilizations in Asia, like Angkor in Cambodia and Bagan in Myanmar. Champa was a kingdom that existed in the middle region of what is today Vietnam, and which warred with the Vietnamese to the north and the Khmer to the south, if memory serves me. My Son was occupied from the 4
