Vietnamese Nha Trang is a really strange city. Looks like it's basically Mecca for Russian-speaking tourists. It honestly feels like I ended up at some resort in the Krasnodar region. Well, almost.

There's like a billion advertising signs in Russian, tons of restaurants with khachapuri, pilaf, and all sorts of post-Soviet cuisine. Sometimes they even serve you in Russian. Though usually it's not the locals doing it. But at the markets, locals have definitely picked up how to count in Russian pretty quickly. And you hear the language on the streets all the time.

I got to Nha Trang on an overnight bus. The sleeping berths are comfortable—you sleep like you're in a bed. Best to grab a seat away from the driver though. They honk constantly the whole way, so good luck sleeping. Plus the bus can arrive earlier than scheduled. Instead of the promised 6 AM, the driver poked me awake and dropped me off at 4.

Good thing I only planned to stay one night. Pretty quickly I was dying to get back to Ho Chi Minh City—honestly, there's nothing to do here.