We arrived at Ho Chi Minh City (or Saigon as it continues to be known to the locals) a little after 20:00. As we entered the city it reminded me of Hanoi. It was chaos. It was strangely beautiful. The streets were brimming with what can only be described as walls of blood thirsty scooters, and lined with aging French colonial architecture. On the one side were the bland, plain concrete and corrugated iron slum residential flats of the poor. On the other were the ...

Mui Ne is a very small place. I wouldn't even describe it as a town, more of a dusty road that happens to run parallel to the sea front. Besides the beach and the number of bars, restaurants, cheap guesthouses and expensive resorts that line the road there really is nothing here. We stayed for two nights. Here, for your reading pleasure, is a brief, compact paragraph of those two nights… We stayed in a cheap guesthouse. Our bed had Tom and Jerry bed covers. T...

Today was the day. The day that we were to hit the open roads of Vietnam. On motorbikes. The soundtrack 'born to be wild' was running through my head as we checked out of the hotel and stood waiting out the front for the 'Easy Riders' to come and pick us up. At the same time I just couldn't get rid of that little sick feeling at the pit of my stomach. The kind you get through nervousness. Usually nervousness that your going to do something stupid and embarrass yo...

We were awoken from an uncomfortable and frankly forgettable slumber at around 06:30 as our bus, lined from top to bottom with around 40 leather dentists chairs, and filled with around 40 tired and cramp ridden bodies, approached the city of Nha Trang along the waterfront road. The sun had literally risen a matter of minutes ago from beneath the waters edge on the horizon, to signal the dawn of a new day, but already as you looked out of the window the whole are...

Greetings from the historic town of Hoi An, the unofficial home of custom made clothing. Our bus terminated seemingly in the middle of nowhere. It was mid-afternoon, that kind of sticky hot that makes every slight movement an effort, and there was not a lot in sight structurally besides what we were led to believe was the towns bus station (a desk with a bored looking man sat behind it in an empty rectangular room around the size of a garage, outside of which sa...