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Hanoi & Halong Bay

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It’s 7am and I’m sitting here in Hanoi airport waiting for our flight into Laos. I had meant to write and upload this entry last night but was absolutely brain dead when I got back from our trip. The last two days have probably been the highlight of my Asian experience so far. Our first day in Hanoi was relaxing enough. We visited several tour operators in order to get the best deal for Halong Bay and then spent the rest of the day chilling out in the hotel. It was a much needed break and rest after the hectic few days before it. Up until two days ago it was still very much New Years Eve (or ‘Tet’) mode in Vietnam – most shops are shut and it can even be a bit tricky to locate a restaurant. However the roads are far quieter and it makes for a nice change.

Sunday was spent sightseeing. We visited the Ho Chi Minh Mausoleum Complex which is described as he ‘holiest of holies for many Vietnamese’. This was obvious when we arrived – it couldn’t have been any busier. Mind you the time of the year and day of the week didn’t help. Ho Chi Minh has a city named after him so it’s fair to say he is pretty well remembered from the time when he led the country in the mid 20th century. The main event is getting to see Ho Chi’s embalmed corpse in the building pictured below. It was very strange walking through in complete silence with guards standing by his body. Still, it was hard to tell whether it was a wax model or not – our guidebook said that sceptics believe Madame Tussaud’s have the contract!


Another highlight was the Temple of Literature. You get to see 12th century Vietnamese architecture through five different courtyards. This was absolutely packed with locals given the time of the year. One interesting part for me was seeing the Vietnamese pray to the various statues inside donating money. Another was watching them write invisible words or wishes/prayers on a block of wood using their finger. Of course, you had to pay more money in order to be allowed to do this…



The main focal point for Hanoi appeared to be a rather large lake. It’s quite beautiful and there were at least four sets of couples having photographs taken for their wedding. There were plenty of decorations up too so I took time for some ‘arty pictures’.



That night we headed to a Water Puppet Show. We had heard about this in advance and normally it’s very difficult to get tickets – we were quite lucky in the end to get two. I wasn’t expecting too much but it really was entertaining. It starts off with a small band playing traditional Vietnamese music and then you have segments with puppets appearing on the water performing various actions. There was no speaking, just live music throughout and occasionally some singing. Some parts were quite funny too. If you are in Hanoi make sure you go see it.





Monday morning and we were up bright and early to be collected for our two day trip to Halong Bay. I had been looking forward to this since we left Ho Chi Minh City, our first stop in Vietnam. We spent three hours getting to the harbour by bus before being brought on board our boat. We had our own private twin room which made for a nice change from my sleeping conditions on the Whitsunday Islands trip in Australia last year. A couple of hours later we arrived in Halong Bay. That day Carly got chatted up by an older Asian man who insisted on donating his hat to her. We got a couple of pictures before Carly left it behind on the boat. She rightly described the sight of one of us wearing it as a ‘Westerner with far too much money’.



To say this place is stunning is an understatement. The bay itself is home to more than 3,000 mini islands – all of which are unique. Our first activity was visiting one of its more well known caves. Some of the rock formations are pretty impressive although there were one or two dubious shapes…




After our cave trip we returned to the boat and went kayaking around the area. It was only when you got up close to some of the vegetation-covered islands that you could truly appreciate what you were seeing. Words and photos just can’t do it justice. It would easily fit in with one of the seven natural wonders of the world and I believe they are bidding to get it included.

That night we had dinner and hung out with a couple of girls from Israel (for a second time, there’s plenty of them out here!). The crowd on our boat were mostly 40+ so unfortunately it wasn’t exactly party central. Although it was a sober evening, karaoke followed and as usual I couldn’t resist a song or two. I definitely sound better when I’m drunk!

The next day we had breakfast and checked out from the boat. That night we would be staying on one of the islands. Before that we went on a 10-12km cycle on Cat Ba island including a mini-trek through the national park in between. The sights and views were very picturesque. One other ‘interesting’ thing we were shown by our guide was a plastic jar which contained whiskey, a dead bird and a dead snake! It wasn’t pretty. We were told it gives you good health, strength and a longer life. I think I’ll pass.




Later that day we arrived on our island which was tiny (but cosy). With just a handful of bungalows there was just enough room for the 11 of us that were staying over plus a couple of staff. The bungalows we were given were really nice even if the bed was as hard as a rock and the shower leaved a lot to be desired! We essentially had free time for the day so Carly and I went out for some further kayaking and exploration. That evening we ate and hung out with three sound lads from England. We had a few drinks and played some cards. Yesterday was a long day and we didn’t get back until after 4pm. I would really recommend this trip – we spent 85 dollars which included all transport, accommodation for two nights, all food and tour activities. You could easily pay five times more than that just for one night on a similar island if it was located in the Maldives or somewhere in that region.


We’re about to board our flight in an hour. The bus route into Laos was considered but after some further research, the flight is our best option for sure. The bus takes anywhere from 24 to 36 hours and has been described online by one person as the ‘trip from hell’. Bear in mind you have to cross the Vietnam/Laos border which is apparently the worst one. We’ve had enough bus journeys to last us a lifetime so I think missing out on this one will be just fine. At this point it’s looking like six nights in Laos before heading back into Thailand for my final two weeks in Asia. I’m curious to see what Laos is all about as I’ve heard so many mixed reports. It’s meant to be one of the most laid back countries in the world. I was informed by the guidebook not to be upset if we’re on a bus journey with an ‘old man coughing frantically into a bag, caged chickens squawking from the back and an obligatory breakdown just for fun’. I think I’m going to need a lot of patience…

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Chúc Mừng Nǎm Mới! Hoi An & Hue

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Carly and I were well happy to be leaving Nha Trang – we enjoyed our visit here but definitely overstayed by a night. Three would have been plenty, and possibly even two. Part of the problem here was the weather – while it was great to chill out it was very windy. We’ve quickly discovered that the temperature starts to drop fast as you work your way up the coast – at this stage I’m wearing trousers during the day and jumpers at night. As detailed in my previous post, we spent the final day killing time. By 5pm we were all ready for the bus to pick us up. Only it didn’t exactly go according to plan.

The lady who we had booked with the previous day arrived in to see us on her motorbike. I knew it was bad news straight away. Due to some sort of a ‘traffic accident’ and ‘road blockage’ our bus was unable to depart that evening and we would have to wait until the following day to leave. Feck! Apparently it was affecting all bus companies and our only option would be to stay a fifth night and take a 6am bus out the next morning. To be fair to the woman, she did make the effort to drive down and give us a full refund.

We quickly got on the internet and started researching last minute flights and train options in order to get to Hoi An as soon as possible. We had spent enough time chilling out and just wanted to get a move on again. Unfortunately neither of these options were possible. A couple of minutes later we went over to the reception desk to enquire about another bus. A few phone calls later he had us booked on a 10pm bus out of the city. Happy days! It seemed what we had heard earlier wasn’t exactly true. I’ll give her the benefit of the doubt and say it must have been lost in translation.

After another four hours of killing time we headed to the bus depot. Finally we would be leaving. It was a little worrying to see that there were no other Western passengers – I must admit I always feel a bit more comfortable when there are. A couple of minutes later we were told to get on a mini bus – only it was just the two of us. What was going on? Our bags were put in the back and I must admit I leapt over the seat in the van at one point to ensure they were still there. I guess that story of Carly’s friend having her baggage stolen in South America still haunts me! A few more minutes passed and fifteen odd European passengers started to get into the van with us – I was quite relieved to hear a few Dutch accents!

It’s important to state at this point that we had booked an overnight ‘sleeper’ bus in advance. It was going to give us a lot more room than a normal bus and with a comfortable place to lie back and sleep on. Off we went in the mini-van crammed like sardines. I had just enough space to breathe and move one of my arms. There were four of us on our row. We had just presumed we would be a few minutes before we’d be transferred onto the bigger bus. Surely? Only this didn’t happen. About ten minutes later a mini-television was switched on at the front of the van. Why were they switching this on if we were going to be transferring? Were we going to be stuck on this van for at least twelve hours, possibly more? I also need to add that the programme that was turned on for our entertainment was one of the most annoying things ever. It was some bizarre Asian singing/comedy show. To say it was out of tune was an understatement. It was no Top of the Pops. I’ve never seen Carly reach for her iPod as quick in her life. I endured the show a little longer but followed suit along with anyone else on the bus that had one.

Thirty minutes in and it was starting to get really uncomfortable. Soon afterwards the bus pulled over in the middle of nowhere and the driver hopped out. Thank god, surely they must be transferring us now and the other bus must be around the corner. It turned out the driver was going for a slash. It was then I started to ask what was going on. ‘2 hours!’ I was told. Hmmm ok, we’ve no choice but to go with it. The two hours passed and we got into a small village. It was pitch black outside at this stage and the van started to do a number of u-turns. What was he looking for? A little bit later we pulled up at a closed petrol station. It started to rain as we got out. Nice. We all stood under the station shelter as the driver wandered off to the restaurant next door. Can somebody please explain what is going on?

A bit more time passed and we were encouraged to go into the restaurant. There was no way I was going to sit down and be sold a load of food I didn’t want so we stayed put. More time passed and eventually a small bus pulled up – it was the Vietnamese passengers who we had been waiting with originally at the bus depot. It was starting to make more sense now. Maybe we were all going to be transferred together? The locals quickly moved into the outdoor restaurant, sat down and ordered food. It would seem we would be here for a while. Once again the driver tried to usher us in. This time we agreed. During the next hour, we sat down and basically stared the driver out of it while he drank endless bowls of soup and chain smoked his way through at least ten cigarettes. He was having a great time with the owners and his pals. There were two Australian girls and a Dutch guy there who we were able to have a bit of a laugh with – at the situation that is. You just can’t take these things too seriously. You must go with the flow. One evil highlight for me was Carly having to go to the loo. The only option was a squatting toilet around by the garage. I had a childish giggle to myself while I waited outside. As a guy, I was able to sneak around the back and go in the dark.


After a bit more waiting around (have I stressed this part enough?), a mega bus finally arrived. We’re saved! It started to lash rain and we couldn’t get on quick enough. A race to clamber on endured – myself and Carly ended up getting separated as I had to go around to the other side to get my bag on. By the time I was on the stairs of the bus I was instructed to take my shoes off and put them into a plastic bag. No problem. It was at this point I heard a lot of people shouting and getting a bit rowdy. What was going on? It turned out they were shouting at Carly as she was being forced to climb up a set of make-shift stairs into her ‘bed’. She was blocking the way for the other passengers and they weren’t impressed! ‘Carly!! What the hell?’ I shouted. It was in fact very funny. I got my first look at the inside of the bus – there’s a picture below but it does no justice. It was three rows of ‘beds’ with two levels. You climbed into this coffin and there you would stay for the remainder of the journey. It was a bit like being stuck in a mini prison cell. It had as much space as the 1970s submarine equivalent I had visited in Darling Harbour last year. It was hilarious. The Vietnamese fella next to me must have been well used to it – he quickly stuck on his mask (as you do in Asia) and conked out asleep immediately. Well for some.



Me and Carly had a bit more of a laugh as we shouted across to each other. She was not so lucky with her seat as she one in the middle, right underneath the air conditioning unit. We both had bags with us but had nowhere to put them. They tried to take mine off me but I was like ‘as if!’. Instead I had to put it between my legs and try to make myself comfortable. After listening to a few songs I took my sleeping tablets (lost without) and knocked myself out. I woke up once or twice but was drowsy. When I woke up properly we had more or less arrived at our destination. There was one final toilet stop beforehand where I ventured out into a mucky field which turned out to be someone’s garden – I felt a bit guilty looking at the house but that’s where the bus had stopped so there was no choice. It was amusing to see a Vietnamese lady and her husband desperately try to find a private place for her to go. There were barely any shrubs never mind trees so this wasn’t an option. In retrospect, once we had arrived at our destination and gotten off the bus, it didn’t seem all that bad in the end. Sleep wise, I certainly slept better than I did on one of the standard night buses I had taken in Australia. However I’m sure there are more comfortable sleeper buses in existence than this one!

First impressions of Hoi An were very positive. It’s a sleepy little town – not as quaint as Mui Ne but it certainly had a charm to it. We checked into our hotel fairly quickly. It was a lovely little place called the Sunflower and I would highly recommend it – the staff were extremely friendly and it had the best breakfast on offer so far. After a quick shower we headed out to explore the ‘old town’ area. We bought a generic ticket that allowed us access to five heritage sites. This included temples and old style Vietnamese houses with Japanese and Chinese influences. My favourite was the traditional music concert that we were treated to at one of the stops – I got to see some very exotic Asian instruments being played. They also performed and sang Auld Lang Syne in the countdown to the Lunar New Years Eve. That evening we headed back in that direction for dinner and to see the set-up for the party that would be held the following night. There were plenty of decorations all lit up and a concert stage.




Wednesday arrived and it was also my 28th birthday. This time one year ago I spent that evening drunk in a Japanese karaoke bar in Dublin with friends. Little did I know where I would be the following year! The hotel showed a nice personal touch as I was wished a happy birthday at breakfast by the staff. Shortly after they called to my room with flowers! As a guy I’m not too keen on flowers but I must admit I was very impressed. I also got birthday cards from Carly and Liz (who had given it to Carly in Sydney). That morning we took a half day tour to ‘my son’ (pronounced ‘may son’). We got to see the ruins of a religious centre dating back to the 4th century. To be honest it wasn’t all that impressive after visiting Ankor Wat a couple of weeks earlier. However in its defence it was a lot older.



On the tour we met two other travellers – a Finnish lad named Eriko who was of a similar age to us and an older English ex-pat who had since relocated to Australia ten years ago when he was thirty. The four of us got talking and later that day we arranged to meet up and celebrate the evening together. We had dinner once again in the old town near the river banks and had a few drinks. I bought Carly a pink helium balloon for a laugh just after dinner – a small highlight later on was when she gave it to a little girl who had been staring at it for quite a while (with my permission of course!). I’ve never seen a child so happy. You can see a picture of her below – she was just adorable and I think we made her evening.


The New Years celebrations consisted of a number of things – the main event was taking place on the concert stage where various singers performed. One song in particular that will now always remind me of Hoi An is ‘Happy New Year’ by Abba. It was probably one of their least well known songs but by god was it played a lot! Elsewhere some of the locals were taking part in the Vietnamese equivalent of piñata. Instead of tying a cover around your eyes you put on this strange looking doll mask that reminded me of that horror film Valentine. You then walked (blind) towards a little urn. From there you would have to guess the right angle and swing your bat. Children would start banging cymbals together and making more noise as you got closer. They would shout directions at you but naturally it was hard to hear. Yours truly was only happy to have a go but I did miss. It was harder than it looked.


It was close to twelve and by this stage we were up near the concert stage. A few songs later the hosts came back on stage and the ten second countdown appeared on the screen. For a second or two it almost felt like it was our own New Years Eve again. However there were a few key differences – people did shout out the numbers in an excited fashion but on the stroke of midnight it all went quiet. Nobody hugged one another or shouted etc. There was no Auld Lang Syne and everyone was sober. Thank god I didn’t drink much I would have made a show of myself. It was all quite mundane and strange for me in comparison. However it was interesting to observe their tradition and what followed made up for it – a spectacular twenty minute firework display. It was one of the best I had witnessed in person and a lovely way to end my birthday.




The next morning it was an early start as we were on a bus to Hue at 8am. We’ve decided since Nha Trang that ‘less is definitely more’ – it’s better to leave a place after a couple of days with very good memories than drag it out and ruin some of the positive feelings associated with it. We were unable to book a proper bus for that day as it was New Years Day and all of the bus companies were shut. The only option was our favourite – the mini van! Once again we were all crammed in for a five hour journey. The most annoying part here were some of the passengers – one English girl, an American guy and an Australian lad in particular were drinking whiskey and were shouting their way through the entire trip. It was too much ‘spring break!’ for me, especially at that hour and with a severe lack of sleep. At one point the girl demanded that the driver pull over so she could go to the toilet and threatened that she would go in her pants if he didn’t do so straight away! Poor Carly was mortified. One positive point about the journey is that it took one hour less than what we were told – the thrill of arriving early I had almost forgotten when it felt like!

Our hotel in Hue was once again another really good one – it’s called the Amigo Hotel and at 15 dollars per room per night it’s fantastic value for money. I would highly recommend it. After we checked in we headed out for a walk around the town to check it out. From what we had read in the guidebook, it was far quieter than normal due to the holiday season and this suited me down to the ground. Most of the shops and businesses were closed. For a change I wasn’t once offered a moto or taxi! Love it. It’s a nice town but nothing spectacular. After a wander around, we had dinner and an early night.

Thursday was again an early start at 6.30am. We had booked the day before to go on a half day tour. The highlight for us and one of the main reasons for visiting Hue are the royal tombs. There were three that we visited – my favourite being the tomb of Minh Mang. They date back to the early 19th century and belonged to the respective emperors at the time. Some of the architecture and scenery surrounding the tombs was just spectacular. We also got to visit the Thien Mu Pagoda (1601) which was well worth seeing. As with most organised tours, there were a few ‘dud stops’. These included having to pay fifty cent into what was effectively someone’s back garden to see a few plants and a visit to observe how incense sticks were made. Basically it was an excuse for a sales pitch! Due to my trip taking four months, I have a policy of not buying any souvenirs unless I practically need a magnifying glass to see them. The other tourists who were on our bus were very friendly. One couple in their early 50s from New Zealand filled me in on lots of useful information and at the end gave me their number and said to call them so they could show me around in Auckland! How nice was that? I’ve heard that New Zealanders are amongst the friendliest in the world and this was a fantastic first impression. I’m really looking forward to my time there in March.




A special mention from the tour must go to our guide. On the day we had booked, we received a quote of ten dollars from our hotel. We tend to shop around these days after overpaying previously and managed to find a local tour operator offering the same one for five dollars. Half price! How could this company afford to do it so cheaply? Well we were promised an ‘English speaking guide’ and technically, he delivered. Camp as Christmas, I could probably understand about 35% of what he was saying. That’s when I was fully concentrating. Still, he would make a wonderful drag queen miming (poorly) to Whitney Houston songs in Bangkok or Phuket. I’m sure he’d learn the infamous ‘lip quiver’ in no time. He was a nice guy though and did his best to help which is more than I can say for many other tour guides.

That evening, we met up with Aaron, one of the other tourists from our bus that day. He’s from LA and dead sound so we invited him for dinner. At one point during the meal I mentioned how Abba’s Happy New Year had been played loads recently. He innocently asked ‘Is that a 1st world song?’. Those of you that know me will know I’m not the most PC person at times (although it’s all in good humour). Still I was shocked when he said this and Carly who is PC was even more horrified. It was hilarious for me watching her facial reaction and the conversation that followed. Aaron if you’re reading this sorry but it had to be mentioned mate! I did embarrass both of them in the pub shortly after though. I walked up to the table and noticed there were four chairs so without thinking, I quickly removed one and put it at another table where two women were eating their dinner. I didn’t realise the rudeness until Aaron took it back and put it elsewhere. Woops! Bold Matt. We played some cards after and then headed home for yet another early start. Instead of sightseeing, we were up for our first flight. We decided on flying from Hue to Hanoi as the cost was only 60 dollars and it took 1 hour as opposed to 12-15 odd on the bus.

I was a bit weary of flying with Vietnam airlines but I have to say this was completely unfounded. The flight took off on time, the journey was smooth, it was the most amount of space we have had on any public transport in a long time and our baggage came out straight away. Couldn’t believe it! The plane itself was far nicer than anything Ryanair offer and at that price you couldn’t get much better. One funny part though was when we got onto the bus in the airport field in Hoi An to get to the plane. We all packed in and after a few minutes the driver started up the engine. He literally drove forward for five seconds, did a u-turn and then pulled over. What a waste! Surely they should have had some barriers instead? Anyway loving the plane. We’ve just arrived at Hanoi – we have two nights here then we’re off on a two day trip to Halong Bay which is meant to be one of the highlights of South East Asia. I'll also have no mobile or internet access for two days whilst on the island. I can’t wait.

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Nha Trang

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The journey to Nha Trang was another six hours up the coast - I'm definitely getting used to the road trips again by now! So far we've both done at least 24 hours on the bus and there will be plenty more to go in Asia, nevermind the three weeks touring New Zealand. We had read that Nha Trang was the 'party city' of Vietnam and would compare with the likes of the Canary Islands, Phuket in Thailand or even Surfers Paradise in Oz. This was definitely exagerated by other people we had met on the way up - apart from one good club there aren't many options here in terms of the nightlife. It's a city come beach town with a very long beach strip near the centre. Similar to Mui Ne, I was happy to visit any place that was different to the madness of Ho Chi Minh/Phnom Penh/Bangkok.



We arrived late on Thursday evening so we just spent the night having a quick wander around and getting dinner in a nearby restaurant. The next day we were up early for a tour of the nearby islands. This was a 6 dollar trip and I suppose you got what you paid for - the highlight being a dead coral reef I had the 'pleasure' of snorkelling around! You can see a pic of me as a 'fashionista' in the water below... I also managed to cut my finger off one of the rocks which I wasn't too thrilled about. Any additional sights such as the acquarium and one of the main islands had to be paid for seperately, but weren't that expensive.




However we did have a fun day and managed to entertain ourselves...




In fairness to the tour guides they did go all out to look after us providing a nice lunch, music entertainment (which included 'Molly Malone' being sung just for me) and the staff generally being silly...



That night we headed out on the town. I ordered a four dollar cocktail in a coconut but you've no idea how strong it actually was. The staff found it funny when I had to ask them to take it back and water it down with more orange juice so that I could actually drink the thing. Any of you reading this who know me well will know it must have been pretty bad in order for me to do this!


We ended up at the main party beach club called the Sailing Group which was full of Western travellers. One major annoyance about this place are Vietnamese women posing as prostitues who are in fact trying to rob you. They will come up in groups offering all sorts and then start touching you. I had to push them away and get quite angry before they'd take the hint. They don't seem to have any fear in them so the best policy in this case is to run! If you ever visit this place make sure you never venture out at night alone, and bring as little cash as possible.

I woke up the next day not feeling the best - my chest felt a bit clogged up. Carly tells me it's similar to her symptoms in relation to the cold she is still shaking off since Cambodia. Hopefully it's not the same one. Therefore Saturday and Sunday were spent chilling out by the beach reading my book and listening to music. I had intended on doing a scuba dive here but didn't wat to risk it as the water is very cold. I'll wait until I get to Southern Thailand at the end of February to do this.

Today I visited 'Vinpearl Land' - aka the Vietnamese equivalent of Disney World. It was certainly no Disney or Universal but it did entertain for a few hours. You pay a set fee and that includes the cable car ride over to the island and full access to every ride in the theme/water park. It's geared more towards children and families. The best part for me was the arcade - every game was free of charge! I happily spent well over an hour playing the likes of Street Fighter and Time Crisis.

[It's not Hollywood, it's....]


FYI I'm unable to upload any pictures to Facebook at the moment as the main address is blocked in Vietnam (damn censorship). However I can get around this by going into another address but it won't let me add any new photos. It looks like I'll have to wait until Laos to do this. In a couple of hours we get a 6pm overnight sleeper bus to Hoi An - a nice twelve hour journey to look forward too!

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Good Morning Vietnam! Ho Chi Minh City & Mui Ne

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Heading into Vietnam was so much easier than our previous trip from Thailand into Cambodia. Having organised the Visas in advance we were pretty much able to go straight through the border. We only had to get off the bus twice – once to officially leave Cambodia and the other to enter Vietnam. It was weird having to put our luggage on scanners as we didn’t do this the previous time – what does that say about Cambodia?

Carly and I were both weary of Ho Chi Minh city, our first stop. The reviews we had read in advance didn’t make for positive impressions. We arrived at our hotel on Friday afternoon – the hotel itself was fine but nothing special. It lacked a window in our room which for me was a big deal as it felt far more closter phobic. There was also a very dodgy smell in the room but I could live with this – I smelt far worse on the streets in Phnom Penh. The hotel staff made good efforts with us e.g. two of them practically killed themselves jumping down the steps in order to rush to our taxi to pick up our bags. We both agreed on a ‘no tipping policy’ back in Bangkok (with 2 exceptions so far) so I hope they didn’t mind! The only problem was a severe lack of English so it has been a case of smiling, nodding and making hand gestures for the past few days. The breakfast wasn’t exactly Western friendly either with mostly meat and broth dishes to start the day – we settled instead for a glass of diluted orange (now with 5% real juice) and a piece of bread with jam on it. The lovely buffet from Siem Reap that we were treated to was a distant past. Oh well you can’t have it that good all the time considering the budget!

We were both in a bad mood on arrival as the taxi man completely ripped us off from the bus to the hotel. In Thailand it is actually cheaper to get a metered taxi than to take a tuk tuk (unless you bargain hard). Going by this rule of thumb we felt like we were going to get a decent deal but it turned out what should have been a 5 dollar cab ride ended up costing us 20. We later read online how taxi companies are not regulated in Vietnam and there are rip-off companies with similar names to the official ones that have their meters fixed in their favour. I’ve never seen a meter shoot up as fast as the one we had taken on arrival. Just when you think you’ve got this Asia thing sorted they go and throw another spanner in the works. ‘Live and learn’ is turning out to be the phrase for the Asian part of my holiday.

Initial impressions of the city were poor as we accidentally booked ourselves into the non tourist area. Sounds nice in theory but on our first day we spent well over an hour wandering the streets for a edible meal. It was almost looking like Eel & Crab Juice from the local food stall on the street until we found an Italian restaurant. Saved! Only it was the worst Italian food we’ve ever had. The four inch pizza was awful but at least there was tears of uncontrolled laughter as a plate of seven chips (I kid you not) arrived on an oversized plate. The waiter must have thought we were very rude! Feck it.

That night we spent the whole evening in our room feeling sorry for ourselves and wishing that the three days in Ho Chi Minh would pass as quickly as possible. Thankfully after finding our way around on day two things picked up. We spent Friday sightseeing and took in a few attractions including the Vietnamese War museum, a Chinese temple and the local market. A one dollar ride on what was practically a wheelchair attached to a push bike cycled by an elderly man (he talked us into it I swear) gave us a few laughs. The city of Ho Chi Minh is practically Phnom Penh part 2 but with a few differences. There is a very fancy downtown area with all the famous designer names from Luis Vitton to Prada and Gucci. The streets here are nicely decorated and there is sufficient space to move around i.e. an actual foot path you can use. In addition the tuk tuks are seemingly banned in this country as we didn’t see one between us. At least 90% of people travel by motorbikes and it made crossing the road a bit of a nightmare. There are zebra crossings here but nobody pays attention to them. Traffic lights? Forget it! You just have to shove your way through and force the drivers to go around you – which they do in fairness to them. Horns are constantly being beeped but after a while you just tune out.





On Saturday night Carly was feeling a bit under the weather so I headed out for dinner and a few drinks downtown - I needed one badly. It was an early night but I did get talking to a load of cruise ship workers who were telling me about the geriatrics on board their vessel. The guests paid 17,000 Euro for a two week cruise so I can only imagine the snobbery and diva demands of it all. Something to look forward to when I’m older perhaps! On Sunday we took a wander around the town, had dinner and chilled out. We couldn’t wait to get out of there and off to the Vietnamese coast.

Monday morning couldn’t arrive quick enough – it was off to our first ‘holiday’ style destination of the trip, Mui Ne. I’ve no regrets on any of our stops so far but we needed a change of scenery badly. Thank god, Mui Ne is a lovely little coastal town. We couldn’t have been more thrilled arriving as our hotel is actually on the sea coast. We settled in and took an afternoon bike trip exploring the main downtown area which is quiet and peaceful – exactly what we wanted after the noise pollution we endured from the previous two stops. That night we headed to the local pub Pogo where the cocktail special of the day was only a dollar! I’ve never drunk rum, coke and lime before but it certainly did the job and we ended up heading to a partially outdoor beach club until 4am. Music was great!



On Tuesday Carly relaxed by the beach at our hotel and I headed off on a half day trip which took me to a river stream you could walk through surrounded by grand canyon style rock features. We then went to a local fishing village followed by three more stops at white, yellow and red sand dunes respectively. I got to try out some sand boarding which sounds more fun than it actually is.




That night it was back to Pogo with two Israeli girls we had met the night before. On offer was a bucket of vodka (half a bottle went into it) with red bull for 5 dollars. It would have been rude not to! Unfortunately it seemed like a good idea only in theory and I ended up back at our hotel asleep by 1am. Carly wasn’t much better than me either for the record!



We extended our stay at Mui Ne by a day so today has been spent recovering and chilling out at the hotel. The next couple of weeks will be spent making our way up the coast before heading into Laos for about a week and finally back to Thailand until the end of February. Due to money and time constraints we’ve decided to leave Hong Kong and Macau out of the trip so I’ll have to get around to that another time. Tomorrow afternoon we head to Nha Trang.

Vietnamese Essentials
Chao = Hello
Cam On (pronounced Cam Ern) = Thank You
Com Cam On = No Thank You

1 Euro = 30,000 Dong

The Vietnamese New Year is on February 3rd so it looks like we'll be able to enjoy a firework display at midnight on the 2nd which is my birthday as well. Happy days! Apparently it's the year of the cat...


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