The day started well with a good breakfast of scrambled eggs and a pineapple pancake. I decided to take Johnnie out to the end of the road on our scooters to see the pirates, which we did. Then up the Danang road and turned off to a beautiful beach and lunch of fried rice and calamari under a thatched roof hut. Alongside the cafe were the ruins of a bigger thatched roof complex which someone had put their money and dreams into and which was destroyed by the storm of 2009, the storm that flooded Hoi An to a depth of a couple of metres. 
Then further up the almost desterted Danang road to the Montgomerie golf links which was designed by, you guessed it, Colin Montgomerie . I was surprised they let bums like us in but we sauntered through the groups of wealthy Hong Kong business men and ordered coffees. The coffees cost us more than our lunch at the beach.
I asked the waitress how much it cost to play there and later she came out with a price list. Say you just walked in off the highway with no equipment and no golf shoes but a bulging wallet...18 holes $76, Caddy fee $28, Golf cart $40, Clubs rental $40, Golf shoes $25....$209 total. The caddies were all women dressed in the typical Vietnamese hats.
Feeling like kings we sipped our coffees and watched the players come through the nearby hole. Montgomerie may be a good golf course designer but the vegetation of the course lets it down badly. Native trees grow thickly but they are such unlovely straggly trees which I hate to say make it an ugly looking course. Lush fairways and greens, but not a patch on say Bonville Golf Course in Coffs Harbour. 
Back to town and a rest and we walked into Hoi An again to have Pizza, seeing it was Johnnies turn to choose . We ate at Good Morning Vietnam who boasted an Italian cook. I had a pizza smothered in seafood and it was good, but the bill was a shock. While we were eating a woman trundled past in a pushcart, she was legless and she started berating the women shop owner nearby. She left and came back and gave them another earful then left. A few minutes later a man appeared and a fight started. The woman in the photography shop came out and began hitting the man with a wooden ruler, someone separated them and then next thing she came out of the shop with 2 long knives and chased him down the street screaming at him. Johnnie went to the door of the cafe and said their was a herd of people running down the street clutching their children. One thing we have noticed here is how dominant women are in business. You could go into 20 shops in a day and never see a man. It all settled down and we walked back to stop at our usual cafe the Banana Leaf for a coke. It's the place I took the picture of the big tree near the market, on the corner of Phan Boi Chau and Hoang Dieu . We were sitting talking and I was texting and put my phone on the table. Out of the corner of my eye I saw a guy appear and he grabbed the phone and ran. Johnnie jumped up and chased him up the street and in fact nearly caught him before he jumped on the pillion of a bike and wobbled off. A crowd gathered, very sympathetic Vietnamese and backpackers, we told the story a few times and left to go to My Le's to get advice. The cops arrived and we got called back and followed one to the police station.
  Nguyen Trung was the officer in charge, a large baby faced guy. Within a few minutes My Le and her daughter Nhi were there, as the first thing the cops did was ask the name of my hotel and ring it for my passport. Nhi happened to be working there that night. If they hadn't come we would have been there for ages as they both speak English and helped with the translation. Thank you My Le and Nhi, you were wonderful.
The cops were surprisingly thorough and in the course of an hour they had CCTV footage of the street on their iPhones. I was able to give a reasonable description of the thief but I hold no hopes of getting my phone back. The police station soon filled up with cops babbling to each other about the crime, most of them were plain clothes cops including one woman. The owner of the cafe and her husband and baby also appeared and made a statement. 

Nguyen Trung addressed all his questions to my interpreters right until the end when he looked at me with a sheepish smile and asked me "How do you feel?" All the Vietnamese were obviously disappointed at what had happened and I think they felt it reflected on their country. One other observation Nguyen made after asking if the thief had long hair was that most of the trouble is caused by long haired louts. Some things never change. 
I was impressed by the Police attitude and all over a $300 phone.