Today we started our day at a restaurant called oodles of noodles. This was one of a few restaurants setup by some American bloke and his wife to help disadvantaged youths off the streets and poverty and get them into the catering business and provide them with qualifications to make a career for themselves.

We were taught how to make noodles and the different types of noodles there were. I had a go myself, it involved heated a pot filled with water and putting a sheet over the top leaving just a little gap for the steam to escape. You then mixed some sort of rice flour water mixture and poured it onto the sheet, I then covered the mixture with a saucepan lid and tried to count to 10 in Vietnamese, I failed horribly. Once finished I had to use a stick to pry the mixture of the sheet and then place it flat onto a banana leaf to rest, then I put it into a grinder to cut the mixture into strands for my noodles.

I then was given a lovely noodles meal for my breakfast, but there was lots to eat and filled me up too much as my stomach was about to burst.

After food we went back to the hotel to wash and rest up, an hour later we were heading out on a bike tour of Hoi An, I haven't ridden a bike in years and years so hopefully it will be good.

Our bikes were old school bikes with no gears and the brakes were on the other ends as usual which was odd to get used to but anyway we were off in out big convoy of 9 plus our guide.

We rode through little villages on the outskirts through paths and dirt paths that really I kind of wished I had a proper mountain bike for. We stopped a little while into it for our guide to show us some rice plants from a field and talked to us about rice and how when it turned yellow it was ready to harvest as well as sharing with us some star fruit which tasted just like a Granny Smith.

We rode for a little while more till we got to a farm, here the cutest littlest couple came out of a small hut that was their home, they were the farmers on this field.

I was then invited to try the traditional way of farming and watering the plants which I jumped at the chance to. I borrowed the man's hat and then had to have a plank of wood rested on the back of my shoulders, attached on either side were two big watering cans, I filled them up at a watering hole and then went down the row of plants swinging the pots forwards and backwards, it was quite hard and heavy work.

The couple were both in their 90's and were married for over 70 years, their smiles were so amazing and they seemed filled with joy and not a care in the world, I really enjoyed seeing this and taking part in this activity. We said our goodbyes after a photo with them and rode off again down the dirt roads.

On either side of the dirt track were farms, lakes and forests it was scenic indeed. Further along we stopped again.

We saw a buffalo swimming in the water and we got out and walked to a river bank where there was another buffalo and a farmer waiting for us. I got to stroke the 1 ton beast, I could feel solid muscle.

Myself and Wayne got the opportunity to ride on the buffalo going up and down the river stream. His back moved quite a lot and I thought I was going to fall off as he moved. By the time we heading back to the bank though I became more confident and enjoyed it a lot, as a group we got to take a photo of us all around the buffalo, I was told to go to the front near his horns as I was the most up for it as the rest. We then got back on our bikes and headed off again down the dirt track.

We got to a little village and a house where we tried some rice wine and some strong tobacco bong type thing. Both of these things knocked my socks off and I was dizzy and needed to sit down. The rice wine was made by soaking rice in yeast and leaving it a few days, then putting it into a big vat to boil and transfer into a tub which then leaked out the rice wine. We moved on once more.

Finally we reached a bay where there were loads of mangroves and we hopped off our bikes and went into a basket boat and went paddling around the mangroves in the water catching crabs. Our man on the boat who made sure we were safe made me a reed ring and hat from the reeds, it looked like the Statue of Liberty and I thought it was really cool. After about an hour we returned to the bikes to ride back to the hotel.

About 10 minutes into our ride my coordination skills failed me, I was riding a very tight path between a house and the river bank and one thing led to another and I went over a bump and into the river bank. I grazed and slashed my leg and was completely covered in mud on one side, we had to go to a locals house and ask to wash myself off