DAY TWELVE This morning, we planned a trip to Diamond Bay Beach Resort to attend an Annual orphans day out, where the resort holds every year to help disadvantaged and orphaned children. The day apparently consists of games, meals and rides, and the organisers required volunteers to help with running activities, serving food etc. Seemed like a nice thing to do on a Sunday. When we got there, the person that talked us into helping out clearly wasn't there, and it...

DAY ELEVEN Dragging my head from the pillow, I became aware that my arm was stuck to the sheets. Operational decisions at this juncture could prove difficult, but I snapped into solution mode and poured water over my arm and onto the sheet...voila, arm unstuck from white sheet, but it wasn't white...there was an unacceptable amount of claret present, and after further investigations, it appeared the water slide injury may need more than just a band aid! We traip...

DAY TEN Awakening to Americas 'a horse with no name', the melancholy notions of this song did not prevent the despair I felt when realised it was 5.00 am, and there was a flight scheduled at 8. Through forward planning ( Jasmin's area of expertise), we had visited a bakery the night before and bought chicken and salad on sesame rolls, bottles of water and some fruit, as breakfast wasn't an option with the hotel at such ridiculous times of the day. The flight to ...

DAY NINE Today's plans were to peruse the historic sites around Hoi An in the morning, then hit the beach in Cue Dai in the afternoon. The first port of call was the 1000 year old Chinese covered bridge, which has two dogs guarding the southern entrance and two monkeys at the north end. History tells the tale this was because construction started in the year of the dig, ending in the year of the monkey. Good a reason as any I suppose.i would've preferred someth...

DAY EIGHT We travelled through the meandering limestone mountains on our way to Hoi an, taking in the stereotypical Vietnamese sights- never ending paddy fields, dense jungle, free flowing rivers of the Mekong delta....oh, and some unlucky dude who had been mowed down from his scooter by a truck. Arrival in Hoi an was only two hour bus ride, which I was glad to be over. The driver incessantly depressed his air horns constantly, warning other road faring vehicle...