Chocking back the usual breakfast of fried eggs and a baguette has taken its toll on me. One month of the same breakfast has led me to never want to see a fried egg again. Still, it is a staple that comes with almost every hostel booking and its better than nothing. We basically spent most of today on our hostel's superb balcony, enjoying the view and peace while we read and laughed at our adventures so far. Thankfully, my body has somewhat recovered the trials...

Waking with my head cleaved in two I could only stomach some small sips of coffee over breakfast. The festivities of the night had left me a shell of my former self and I spent the entire morning on my own sleeping next to a dog and chickens in an attempt to quietly get over my hideously embarrassing hangover. My futile attempt at recovery didn't work and before I knew it we were saddled up again ready for the days trek. This time Moa accompanied us as we spl...

There's something about falling asleep on a bus during a long night time journey that I love. The sleeping (often gently snoring) bodies wearing eye masks and blankets pulled up to chins, rocking back and forth with the bumps and turns of the road is both amusing and strangely calming. Watching the world outside through a crack in the curtains rush past in bursts of light and dark silhouettes and finding that perfect sweet spot in which you can finally fall aslee...

The beautiful Chelsea had an evil deed put upon her in the night, for some reason her Vietnamese baguette had disagreed with her and she fell victim to a healthy batch of food poisoning. When I have found myself in similar disgruntling situations I prefer to be left to my own devices, so with that in mind I brought her rehydration tablets and a big bottle of water, rubbed her back until she fell asleep then went downstairs. I went for a swift walk around the Ho...

Hanoi, perhaps the most revered capital city in Asia, seems to bubble in front of your eyes. Arriving in a slightly misty Old Quarter (Hanoi's historic heart) at 7AM was an unrealistic prelude to the bustle of the area. The narrow streets were largely abandoned as the whole city seemed to be sleeping and the silence belonged to us and a handful of others. Eyelids rested, we awoke to swarms of motorbikes buzzing around the quixotic streets and a city of contra...