I am up for breakfast, the Irish girls in my dorm had joined the pub crawl last night so I can relate to their fairy elephant entrance in the wee small hours. Made me laugh as the constant "sshhhhh, don't wake Peter up", woke me up. I am booked on the 6pm bus to Hue which will take 14 hours. I sit with some guys over breakfast discussing our adventures and head to explore the city further. I find the old city gate and the old theatre, photographing the busy streets and vendors. There are entire streets for single items such as shoes and toys. I jump out of the rain and have a banh mi. Craig had mentioned these and its all the small cafe sells. Chicken, loaded with salad and veg, with a tasty sauce on it, squashed into a locally made baguette. Delicious and I relax out of the rain in the tiny little restaurant. As a bread lover this is in the top ten foods on my travel. I wander back to the hostel to get my kit charged and dry from the rain and sweat. I speak to the Welsh lads Reece, Luke and Luke. Castaways has been cancelled due to a large storm coming in off the coast. Hanoi is pouring and lightning has started. The unbearable heat released like air from a balloon. Anyone who is on Castaway island is stuck there for the moment. I had changed my mind on that particular trip. I had planned on trying it after talking to Justin about it, but my heart wasn't in it and glad the rain meant it wasn't possible anymore. I'm waiting for my bus and looking forward to heading south. The rain gets heavier and I am told I will get a receipt for the bus 15 minutes before it leaves. I had checked this 3 times today as I've been in this position before. We are led through the rain to a minibus. The heat of the minibus causing every pour to perspire. We pick up more people along the way adding to the stagnant air. At the bus depot the chaos in the office rains down more than the sky. I don't have a ticket which is causing confusion. Eventually after a long wait it's sorted and I drip onto the sleeper. Can't say that central backpackers impressed me. A tour guide that left us on a pub crawl and apparently is renowned for it and hostel staff that don't know their own bus system. Cramped into my midget bed, I doze off. I have pickd up some sleeping tablets, after the uncomfy trip last time. MP3 player on, I doze off. What a difference. The bus has stopped and I wake up. I have used the blanket as a neck rest allowing me to squash my legs in further. It's a typical travelling cafe stop but has a pond full of catfish. Same Same but different. We arrive in the early hours and I realise I am not feeling well.