Can you spend a week in Hoi An?

Is one week in Hoi An too much?

Hoi An. Seven days. Is it too much? Enough?

Enough. A week unfolds, a lotus bloom. Scented air. Ancient walls.

Days lengthen, a slow exhale. One week. The river whispers secrets. Silk lanterns glow, illuminating time itself.

Ample, isn’t it? More than enough time. Hoi An embraces you. Softly.

• Ancient Town exploration: Shophouses spill stories. Walk them all.
• Tailoring: Find silks. Design dreams.
• Beaches: An Bang. Sun melts worries.
• Cooking class: Taste the soul of Vietnam.
• My Son Sanctuary: Lost empires. Whispering stones.
• Relaxation: Slow. Down. Just breathe.

Seven days, not a race. Hoi An holds you in its amber light. No, never too much.

I think.

Enough to wander, to wonder. Enough to feel the pulse of the city. Seven days. My days. Now yours. More, I need more time. More sunsets there. Oh!

Hoi An is a feeling. One week barely scratches the surface.

Is one week in Hoi An too much?

A week in Hoi An? Hmm. It felt long, honestly. Too long.

Maybe it’s just me. I craved the quiet, but it became… oppressive. The constant gentle hum of the city, even at night, never really left.

The tailor shops… I got three suits made. Beautiful work. But the relentless pushing… it wore on me.

• The relentless pace felt suffocating. I needed more solitude. A break from the smiling faces, the constant offers.

• Day trips were okay. My trip to My Son was incredible, though the heat was brutal. But even that was… too much somehow.

• I loved the food, the lanterns, the river. Truly. But after a few days, the magic faded slightly. Things felt repetitive.

One week isn’t too much, I suppose. It’s just… too much for me. I could have easily spent less time there. Four days would have been perfect. More than enough, even. Five at the very most.

I should have planned better. It’s my fault. I wanted to relax, but it ended up exhausting me. I need silence, real silence.

Is 5 days in Hoi An too long?

Five days… Hoi An. It’s a lot. Stays with you, that town. The lanterns. The river. Quiet nights. I remember the tailor shops… all those silk dresses. Mine still hangs in the closet. Never worn it again. Too many memories sewn into the seams, you know?

Thinking back… The heat. The bikes. The food… those little white roses. Ate them every day. Wish I could go back. Five days wasn’t enough, actually. Needed more time. Should have stayed longer.

• Tailor shops: Get clothes made. Cheap. Beautiful.
• Ancient Town: Get lost in the streets. At night.
• Beach: An Bang. Quiet. Peaceful.
• Cooking class: Learn to make white rose dumplings. So good.
• My Son Sanctuary: Day trip. Hot. Worth it.

Regret not renting a motorbike. Could have explored more. Just… drifted. Lost in thought. Maybe that’s why five days felt too short. Needed more time to just… be. In Hoi An.

Is 2 weeks in Hoi An too long?

Two weeks in Hoi An? Honey, that’s practically a residency! Unless you plan on mastering the art of bespoke tailoring – and trust me, that takes time – you’re swimming in extra days.

Seriously, though, it’s overkill. It’s like having a week-long dinner party; by day four, you’re actively avoiding the host (in this case, charming Hoi An).

Think of it this way: you’ve got enough time to become fluent in Vietnamese and learn to ride a water buffalo. You could write a novel set in Hoi An, complete with intricate descriptions of the lanterns. Perhaps even learn to make those amazing Cao Lầu noodles, though that’s ambitious.

• Overkill: Unless you’re a serious history buff, or you’re planning a month-long yoga retreat focusing on mindful lantern gazing.
• Perfect for: Those who appreciate the finer points of slow travel. Picture this: you, sipping a Bia Hoi, watching the world go by, possibly writing that novel.

However, let’s be realistic. The perfect Hoi An trip length is subjective. My friend Sarah, a whirlwind of activity, managed to see everything in 5 days. I, however, need at least a week to adequately sample the local coffee.

Let’s be honest: even a week is too short for that amazing tailor on Tran Phu Street. His work is magic, seriously. He’s better than my ex, no contest. So, if your sartorial needs are extensive—well, you do you.

Ultimately? Your time, your choice. Just don’t blame me if you get too relaxed and miss your flight home. It happens.