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My Son is about 30 miles from Hoi An. We rented a motorbike, had one of the staff at the hotel draw a map on a napkin, and went. We got lost a couple of times (which is almost always a good thing, leading to new and memorable adventures), but eventually found the ruins after the third set of detailed hand-signals from a teenager led us to a small town and a hotel named My Son. A receptionist there could speak some very basic English and possessed admirable map-drawing skills.