We'd booked up an excursion for the next day to take a trip along the Song Huong (Perfume River), with the bank of the river home to the Tombs Of the Nguyen Dynasty. We only visited one of the tombs but was the most impressive, the Tomb of Khai Dinh, with 127 steps to the actual tomb itself, and again lots of detail, the emperor was buried 18m underneath in solid concrete. On this tour we learned a few facts about Vietnam itself, the yellow star on the flag representing five points... worker, farmer, army, business and public servant and the red background representing blood and not money that the people have paid with through there history. Also that 80% of Vietnam has no religion but most worship there ancestors and belive in the circle of life (reincarnation), human, animal and heaven. 12.30 that night, arsenal were playing again against villa so I decided that i would pop out for a couple of hours to a bar 100m from our hostel. As soon as I stepped out of the door there was xylo driver waiting there for me but instead of asking if I needed a lift he decided to reverse the terms and asked if I wanted to give him a lift around the block... so I thought its not everyday you get to drive one of these bikes so agreed. It was a different way of getting to the bar and i got a few smiles from locals and travellers on the way round which was funny and was offered a lot of different services by the driver, but I just wanted to get to the bar, which i'd turned up in style at. The bar was the DMZ bar with just a handful of people, but they had the footy on and a pool table so I was happy, and brought a 50p bottle of huda beer, which I was even more happy about! I put my name up for pool then won the next six games, good times. Half time came and by this time everyone had left so the bar started to shut so I asked if any other bars were still open to watch the game, to which one of the barman told me to follow him and he'll take me down the road on his bike and meet me there for a beer once he's finished, so I did. We only drove about 5 minutes down and too this tiny open room, with an open door where there was quite a large group of rowdy Vietnamese all watching and betting on the game, drinking and smoking, but transfixed on the tv hoping there bet would come in, so I walked in and was welcomed with open arms and gave a seat next to a guy, who was clearly the most drunk and took a shine to me, so i brought us a couple of beers and watched the rest of the match, preying that we'd win one nil because my new best friend had just put one nil bet down on my prediction, but it ended nil nil and there was no bad feelings. I swiftly made my exit and out the door and down the road back to hostel, quite amazed and suprised at how the night had turned out after just popping out to watch a game of football. Not feeling to fresh the next morning but only had a bus to catch at 4pm to travel further up north to Hanoi, the capital of Vietnam and a trip to Halong Bay. We've been told that the people get less nice the further north you go but we haven't had any bad experience's so far so were in an optimistic mood about getting up there. The 12 hour bus journey to Hanoi was the worst we'd had since starting the the trip. Unfortunately we were stuck on the back seats next to the toilet so every time somebody went we were woken by the door or the flush and the stench, so now made sure that never happened again.