Having seen enough crocodiles being roasted to last us a lifetime, it was time to pack up and crack on for our next destination called Vung Tau. The beach resort is highly popular with the Vietnamese being only an hour n a half from Saigon by speedboat. Unfortunately it also gained its infamy from a certain disgusting old man...Gary Glitter!

We had arrived after an entertaining 4 hour bus ride from Mui Ne. The reason it was so entertaining was because we had met the Vietnamese version of Staceys nan...hence we named her Vietnamese Mary. The similarities were striking. Both seem to laugh at absolutely anything, both seem to talk absolute rubbish and both seem to leave you with a feeling of 'what actually just happened'. After we had taken her picture and showed it back to her, she proceeded to laugh hysterically whilst screaming her random vietnamese words of excitement. We on the other hand discussed how funny it would be to put both in the same room and just watch them laugh at each other.

One of the first things we wanted to do was climb the Rio De Janeiro style Jesus Christ that overlooks the city from the top of a mountain. Having finally finished the hike to the base of 'the big lad', Walshy bottled it and sent me inside to climb the very precarious spiral staircase. After a further 15 minutes trek up the stairs in the stifling heat, I had hit the top and just as I took my first step out onto the outstretched arm of the legend himself, it became quickly apparent that he had not worked any miracles on me that day as my fear of vertigo meant I lasted all of 30 seconds. It was 1 hell of a view though...I think!

We had also hired a tandem bike thinking what a good novelty idea it was and that it would halve the effort needed in the blazing sun. However, this is only the case if BOTH of you actually peddle. If 1 of the 2 of you decides it's too hot and you've already done enough for the day by climbing to Jesus himself then it becomes pretty damn hard for the other half. I'll let you decide which of us wanted to sit back and relax!

We had then read about an international arms museum that had a primate rescue center at the back of its building. With Staceys love of monkeys, she lasted an impressive 1 n a half minutes in the museum before going to find the gibbons. We then got stuck in the pub as the heavens opened and ended up peddling home a little tipsy in the dark with mopeds slowing down to look at us and laugh!!

Our last night in Vung Tau also included watching England secure their place in Brazil. This only poses 1 question for any readers...who's up for the real Rio?!