At first signs the hangover couldn't have been too bad as we made it to the free breakfast in the home stay for 9.30am, then returning to slumber for a few hours to reclaim status as human beings.

The town of Hoi An is a world heritage site and to enter it or stay here you must by a ticket. This ticket comes with 5 free entry vouchers to sites in the town. In the heat, we wandered round the town all afternoon checking out its history.

- The Japanese Bridge: Built by the Japanese would you believe during the invasion.
- The Old House: An old house.
- The traditional folk music performance: The best bass guitar Matt has ever seen. Just a wooden box but it sounded sweet. Matt also won a free lantern in the Vietnamese bingo game.

After the sight seeing it was time for the main event.....The Cooking Class.

It was hard not to learn some Vietnamese culinary skills. We picked three of our favourite dishes for the class.

1) Pho Bo - beef broth normally eaten for breakfast, but for us lunch or tea - it is so wrong to have noodles and soup on a morning.
2) Chicken Coconut Curry - what it says on the tin. Usually with tapioca or potatoes.
3) Chili and Lemongrass Shrimp - a starter or snack.

Han our teacher made sure we did everything ourselves so we knew exactly how to replicate once home. Coining such phrases as 'stir together for ever' and 'add sugar daddy' it was hilarious. One hour of preparation and one hour of cooking and eating. By the end of the class we were struggling to walk or think due to the food babies in our stomachs. This could explain what happened next.

A cyclo ride back to the home stay. We jumped on the modified push bike with a throne attached to the front as the 50 year old driver set off pedaling assuring is he knew the route. After ten minutes it dawned that we were hundreds of meters in the wrong direction. We voiced our concerns at which he sighed and turned around. We slowly but surely made our way home feeling the tired, ache of the drivers legs with every revolution. Suffering guilt to the highest degree of what we had made this poor man endure we stopped short of our destination to relieve the sweaty, panting soul. Our guilt made us pay him handsomely and he seemed to be happy again. We were later notified that the cyclos are generally used for the simple, flat town tour not a taxi service.

M & C xxxx