I arrived in Mui Ne at midnight and disembarked what had been a tolerable five-hour bus journey. The road from Ho Chi Minh to Mui Ne was like an artery in the body. Motorbikes, lorries and buses bursting along like oxygenated blood cells. The organised mayhem being enveloped by a never-ending wall of houses. Uniquely there were no apparent towns or villages. The 250km road was just one long town. Each house slightly set back from the road with a family business built onto the front. The Vietnamese owners all sat or laying in hammocks in their open-fronted shops gently waiting for customers in need of food, a motorbike service etc… to stop by.