Sorry. This is going to be a bad one. I have just got off the night bus after several sleepless nights and am in great need of coffee/sleep/food. It is a shame really since material collected since the last posting include a lovely rat story - not miny mouse, but huge fury, fussy - it did not like our delicious coconut sweets - rabies-carrying monster that appeared in our room and refused to leave for 3 days and 3 nights until we gave up and moved along the corridor. Vivid images of C swinging a wooden club around the furniture still keep me awake at night. Other topics of interest include getting locked out of our hotel room bathroom with full bladders, C throwing up all night - not to worry, self inflicted - and then today, to round off the bus ride from Hue, I saw a lady selling squawking chickens from a big basket, put one in a plastic carrier bag for a client... Borderline hallucination as we tried to find a decent hotel whilst being followed by large numbers of men pushing business cards at us. Thankfully, Youth Hotel is grand, the name is for me, the tiny Vietnamese receptionist is for Cristian - I love Italy, especially football, and Paolo Maldini is gorgeous. We took the room without even checking it.
Vicki & Andy the long-legged British travel guinea pigs with whom we have shared many Asia moments since Tanah Rata, Malaysia - by the pool in our hotel in Hoi An.
Inside the Citadel in Hue.
A little reminder of the country we are in.
Hoi An from the boat.
Silk lanterns.
A role model for facial hair.
Bet you cannot recognise those two.
Keeping an eye out for fish.
My new trade.