Due to having limited time we decided not to go to North Vietnam this time but save it for another time, otherwise we would be very rushed.

We touched down in Vietnam and waited to go through arrivals. My stomach was doing flips as we still had no confirmation of onward travel. So I delegated Joey to go first in case there were any issues. Thankfully they let him through with minimal questions asked so I knew I was good to go.

Coming out of the airport we were met with a sea of teenage girls holding banners and screaming with excitement. There were hundreds of them and whilst they certainly weren't waiting for me I took it upon myself to wave and they started waving back...I felt famous! It turned out they were waiting for two Korean superstars, which I assumed were singers.

The next hurdle was getting to our hostel. Now that was a challenge. We were hounded left right centre by different people trying to get us to take the taxi, uber or bus. The prices ranging from around £1.33 ish to £7.33. In my head I just felt like they all wanted to con us. We decided to try the bus but it was a long wait so opted for uber. Three uber drivers cancelled the booking before even attempting to pick us up so we gave up. A man approached us and gave us a price of just under £3. We agreed and he took us to a 4x4 that didn't look like a typical taxi. We got in and tried to show him the route to which he said 'show me later'. My guard was up at that point and I was ready to jump out of his vehicle and run at the first moment of trouble. He then asked us for money to pay to get out of the airport. We had over £30 with us but apparently that wasn't enough and we certainly weren't prepared to pay that anyway. He turned around took us back and a few men tried to usher us into a car instead. Hell no. That was us done so we took our bags and decided the best option was the bus. So for £1.33 we got on the 109 bus hoping it would take us at least within walking distance of our hostel. It filled me with confidence when I saw other backpackers also on the bus. The hostel was only around five miles away but it took us well over an hour and a half to get there due to traffic.The traffic in Ho Chi Minh was mental. They have their own rules.

We stayed in Saigon backpackers hostel, which for me, was the worst we have stayed in so far. For the first night it was just me and seven men in the dorm. They were all friendly but it would have been nice to have female company too. There was one shower and one toilet for all of us but the shower door was broken so the water ran everywhere. There was a lot of mould around the sink and on the ceiling in the bedroom. This time I had top bunk. The bed was comfy, which made up for the hell hole of a bedroom. On the last day I spotted a cockroach in the kitchen where I had been having breakfast - pretty grim!

We met a French guy called Max and went for dinner with him. About five minutes from our hostel was a street filled with bars and music was booming out. It reminded me of a smaller version of Bangkok. There was litter everywhere, and I noticed this during the daytime too. The locals just threw their rubbish on the floor and even at you if you happened to be 'in the way'. I even got my feet mopped once as I was 'in the way'. It felt like a dirty place and I saw a fair few rats. It was humid and I just felt gross the whole time being there.

The main reasons we came to Ho Chi Minh was to do the War Remnants museum and Co Chu tunnels.

The war museum was very eye opening. Each room in the museum had a different theme to it. There were so many real life pictures and stories. I saw some horrific pictures that were quite upsetting to see, but also very interesting on another level.

One section showed how the French treated the vietnamese war slaves. The torture methods inflicted were awful, painful and humiliating. It left a lot of the prisoners of war dead, but the ones who survived were likely to have deformaties due to the continuous torture they suffered.

Some of the pictures were dedicated to the 2nd and 3rd generations of children born after the war. Many of these children suffered life limiting conditions, were disabled, blind, missing limbs and so on. This was because America used agent orange during the war, which had lasting and devestating effects for years after the war.

I am aware that the museum displayed one side to a story and a lot of subtle digs were made to America, but I found it so interesting, if not tragic. So many people lost their lives on both sides.

The Co Chu tunnels took longer to get there than the amount of time spent there. Travelling there and back took around four and a half hours and we spent about two hours there. I found it super interesting to listen about how the vietnamese built these tunnels and occupied them. The tunnels were so narrow, but one had been opened out to create more space for tourists to go through. Even then I was pretty much on my hands and knees. It was incredible how they built a whole underground network in order to beat the Americans. We were shown the different traps the vietnemese created. If you stepped on one of their traps you were as good as dead. We also got to shoot an AK47 in a shooting range which was pretty cool!

I did not notice nearly as many stray animals as I thought I would, although it was a busy city! A lot of the animals had collars on, although I am slightly sceptical that the reason I didn't see more animals was because the locals might have been eating them.

I am glad we went to Ho Chi Minh because the War Remnants Museum and Co Chu Tunnels were on my bucket list, but if I was to go again it would only be to pass through. In general, I found the vietnamese rude. Some people we have met loved it but it wasn't for me.