This photo picking thing is doing my head in!!

Anyway, on the way down to Hue ( Pronounced HOOAY ) we stopped at a little cafe for brekkie.  Yummy, I was getting a little hungry so I stuffed me fat face.  A guy came over and started talking about the DMZ ( de-militrised zone ) and he did tours to the old north south border. We were tired and weary by now but after he chatted for a while and read comments from other poeple we decided to let the bus go and stay with him.  Mark and Lauren stayed too aswell as two lads they knew previously, they were called Mark and Paul.  The old guy came along with us in a minibus and he sterted to tell us of the history of the war.  He was 10 years old at the time and told us loads of stuff we didn't know.  We saw the bridge over the dividing river and he took us to the tunnels.  Man they were small, whole families would be couped up in tiny rooms and it would get so hot in there, I guess it would stink too, as we were in there I imagined how scary it would be in there with all the bombs dropping above them from the stinking yanks who caused problems.  We saw a tank and the memorial too the fallen soldiers of the war.  It was quite amazing but gave us an insite to what it was like for people at that terrible time.

We finnale got on the bus to Hue, found a hotel and began to explore.  It was a cool little town with the citadel in the middle.  We jumped on a boat for an hour up the dirty river.  The poor lived on the river in small rough looking boats and they used the river for everything, we saw a nasty sight of a kid having a dump over the edge too.  It was a good little trip. all the local kids were running along the river waving and shouting hello like we were famous or something.  We went to the DMZ bar for lunch, it was a cool bar popular with backpackers and locals too.  I had a few games of pool and we got to know lots of people too.