We waited for the night bus to Nah Trang with mixed emotions. For me I had had enough of Saigon. I'm glad we visited but I was not sorry to be leaving. It was dirty, noisy and next to impossible to move around. On the other hand we had been told that the night bus was dirty, uncomfortable and would be full of Vietnamese celebrating Xmas.

When it turned up it was actually a nice air conditioned bus with a TV. The mix was half Vietnamese and half westerners. On the down side the TV played two hours of sequined clad Vietnamese wailing Jingle Bells rock on a version of pop idol. It was a 'bad trip flash back hell'.

The two girls in front of us put their seats into full recline immediately basically pinning Jill and I into ours.It took some international sign language to get a temporary reprieve from that.

Modern medicine has developed some amazing drugs to cure countless illnesses but i think a prize should go to whoever came up with Nytol. We popped one put in the ear plugs and positioned our eye shades and slept through a good part of the journey. Result.

We have now joined forces with another tour group and this has swelled the numbers to 18. It's too many. The camps are divided. We also have taken a dislike to the Vietnamese guide. He is abrupt and confrontational. I also think he is trying to rip us off with the price of trips etc. I'll deal with that when we get home.

We arrived in Nah Trang which is basically a beach resort. Jill and I have withdrawn a bit from group activities as there is some b****ing going on. Nah Trang has been a nice interlude. We've walked on the beach and sat by the pool reading.

Tonight we are catching an overnight train. At the moment I don't know where to as days are starting to blur.