Walking back up the riverfront, I returned to the Danang Hotel, thinking perhaps one of the moto drivers there would be willing to take me to Binh Hoa. I didn't relish the thought of riding two hours down the madness of Vietnam Highway 1 on the back of a motorcycle, but it seemed to be my only option. When I arrived, I was immediately accosted by Khue, who'd motored me around in search of an Internet cafe the previous evening. Khue wrinkled his brow. I don't like to go there.
China Beach is better.
I gestured over at the other moto drivers lounging just off the hotel entrance. Khue shrugged and walked over to them. He returned with a mop-haired fellow who sported a wispy mustache and sunglasses. He can't speak English, but he knows Binh Hoa. Indeed, the price was cheaper than what Nguyen quoted, but Khue wasn't offering me a minivan.