Aching this morning from the cycling, and didn't feel too spritely from the booze and lack of sleep either. The bus journey wasn't too bad, we arrived in Hue at 12pm. Went to look at a room in the hotel where we got off the bus. We were determined to get a room here for less than $8/night and bet those damn Swedes. We looked at an $8 one then asked for a $6. He took us up to the top floor (again! and never any lifts...) which had a great view over the city but we thought about the stairs, and there was no air con and only local tv. We also said we'd try and get a place on Le Loi which LP says is central and cheap. So after lying on the bed for 10 minutes discussing this (and after getting the room off a French girl) we left! Walked to the cheap bit of Le Loi and after a bit of bartering we got a room for $5/night. Success!! Had a wander and found ourselves in 'A Cafe on Thu Wheels'. Thu is the owner. A pretty eccentric lady who talks a lot about bananas (don't ask.) There is writing all over the walls and ceiling by travllers saying how good the bar is and their tours are. We were convinced into a motorbike tour by this and a couple who sat with us having just finished it. I've been in Vietnam for 17 days now and not been on the vehicle that 10 million people in this country travel on - so against my better judgement and in spite of my fears, we booked. Yvonne (Oz) and Jay (Canadian) sat with us all night. Thu got jay and Dan playing silly games with matchsticks and bottles. We got talking about other travellers and which nations are annoying. Thu said Americans and Israelis are stingey and disrespectful. Jay and Yvonne said that 3 separate Americans had insulted Canadians within seconds of meeting them. We told them about the yanks at the Chams ruins at My Son who, having seen what US bombs did to one site said, "Oh my god, we sure blew the crap out of this place didn't we?", really loudly and walked off. Two little boys, brothers, wanted to shine our shoes but Yvonne insisted on buying them a meal as they said they were hungry. It was heartbreaking. They were 7 and 10 and so polite and grateful for food. They spoke English a bit. We found out their mum was selling on the street and that they ahd 4km to walk home. We left at 11pm and went for a few at DMZ bar. The Premiership was on. Dan spoke to a couple of Nigerians. Football really is an international language, Dan has spoken to so many people from so many places just about football, its an ice breaker.