(TBT) Trouble in Thailand 🇹🇭

OK – ya’ll are gonna have to bear with me on this one as this is a very backdated blog and I was in Thailand what feels like forever ago.

I remember feeling very sad about leaving Laos as I had enjoyed it way more than I had ever expected to but it was time for our next adventure and country together. We made it across the border, also known as The Friendship Bridge, ourselves in a combination of tuktuks and buses. The feeling of sadness didn’t last long as we were now in Thailand and heading for our first destination Chiang Rai.  You’ll have to excuse my excessively fat left hand – I got stung by something and my rings got stuck.

The views on the bus ride there was so beautiful – sunny blue skies and the fluffiest white cotton candy clouds you have ever seen!! I knew already I was going to love Thailand. After a couple of hours drive through the countryside, we were dropped off at the bus station and walked to our hostel, Mercy Hostel. As soon as we walked in we knew we would be very happy – the biggest comfiest beds we’ve slept in yet, really nice facilities and free cookies!! What more could you ask for from a hostel? We headed out for a wander around the town and to see what we could see and realised that it was our “1 month anniversary” of travelling together. So wine was in order. Wine lead to pasta. Pasta lead to dessert. Dessert lead to food coma! I always knew I had picked the right travel buddy! fullsizerender 7The following day we got an early start and decided to head out to the White Temple which Chiang Rai is famous for. We hopped on a local bus heading in that general direction and hoped for the best. After about 30 minutes the bus stopped at a set of traffic lights on a major junction and the driver started waving and shouting at us like a maniac to get off the bus…so we did – in total confusion, but got off nonetheless. It turns out that the White Temple has quite literally been plonked at the side of a main highway. Not what you would usually expect for a temple – you normally expect peaceful surroundings, beautiful gardens, but then again this Temple was unlike any others I have visited on my travels.  It may well be white in colour, but the overarching theme of the temple seems very dark and like some kind of underworld trying to escape. We wandered around for a short time but all felt very strange about the place. Yes, it was called a temple, but it’s actually more like architectural “pea-cocking” rather than a place of worship.  When the torrential rain hit we decided to call it a day at the temple and head out to the Khun Korn Waterfall, about 40 minutes drive from the temple.  We haggled hard on our tuktuk and somehow made it there in one piece.  After another 40 minutes of walking through the rainforest, we arrived at the waterfall and were lucky enough to be the only people there.  It wasn’t as spectacular as some others I have been lucky enough to see on this trip, but being there alone made it all the more beautiful and peaceful.   After a particularly stressful (!!!) day yesterday, we decided to have a day off to catch up on some life admin (aka laundry) and make some plans for the next few days.  We knew we wanted to go hang out with some elephants at some point in Thailand but were both very against “elephant camps” and so many other places that claim to be “sanctuaries.”  We had researched lots and knew where we didn’t  want to go but we still hadn’t found somewhere we did want to go.  Then we stumbled across Elephant Valley, based in Chiang Rai.  It was a fairly new venture, still in their first year, but working off the back of their other sanctuary in Cambodia which they have had for over 10 years.  This particular sanctuary pride themselves on creating an environment for their rescued elephants which is as natural as possible and where they can be free to do as they please.  This means minimal human contact. The elephants will approach you of their own accord (which is quite a lot when you have a handful of bananas) and especially their naughty juvenile Lulu who was my absolute favourite.  

After a long day at the sanctuary, we hopped on a bus to our next destination, Chiang Mai.  On our first day, we decided to treat ourselves to a Thai massage, at the very famous vocational training centre in Chaing Mai, where women from the local prison are trained to become masseurs so that they can be easily employed after their release.  We paid 400 Thai baht each (about 10 quid) for a 2 hour full body Thai massage.  It has to be said it was without a doubt the best massage I have ever had – and to top it all off, she french braided my hair for me afterwards so i didn’t even need to do my own hair to go out that night!!  Bonus!!That evening we headed out into town to explore the nights markets a bit and check out the again, very famous “Lady-Boy Cabaret.”  It has to be said that whilst it was entertaining, it was an absolute car crash of a production.  Costumes falling off, people falling over or off the stage, forgetting their lyrics.  But like i said – it was entertaining.  Although also somewhat off putting when you can be “out-girled” by a boy in a dress.  Check out the dude here…..on the right…..in the pink.  Yes, that’s a boy.   img_7461
Despite our best of intentions to get an early night, it ended up with us spending most of the night drinking Laos Dark Beer in a jazz cafe and then stopping off at Tacos Bell on the way home for a small snack.  We slept in really late the following day, but determined not to waste our time here, we dragged ourselves out of bed for our next adventure….Sticky Waterfall.  We hired bikes as it was a good hours drive away and we had our off line maps downloaded so we would know how to get there.  What we couldn’t control was the absolute torrential rain downpour on the freeway and the fact that MapsMe is the worst app ever created!! Even with my rather attractive plastic poncho on, I was still absolutely saturated.  We carried on going and the sun came out, just in time for me to hit a massive bump in the road and watch my ray bans go sailing out of the cup holder of my bike and smashing onto the road!!  Winning!!  But at least I didn’t have the gimpy helmet this time…….
After a good hour or so of driving we finally made it to our destination – Sticky Waterfall, or Bua Thong Waterfall to give it it’s official name.  It is nicknamed so because the rock formations are covered in calcium deposits that make the rock almost like pumice stone.  This means that despite the rushing water, you can quite easily climb this waterfall right from the very bottoms, all the way to the top without slipping. Barefoot or with shoes on – it is almost (note almost) impossible to slip on these rocks.  They feel like they are literally gripping onto your feet.  Its quite a surreal experience.  We spent a good hour or so playing around in and climbing the waterfall before realising it would soon be getting dark and we still had to get home.  And what an adventure that would turnout to be, no thanks to MapsMe.  Ceri, standby for one of your favourite travelling stories coming right up….😂img_3724-3
So we left the waterfall, with a marginally better idea of how to get back to the city, but we had MapsMe as a back up anyway.  When we got nearer the city, MapsMe took us on a small detour which it called a “shortcut.”  Before we knew it, it was dark and this godforsaken app had taken us into a building site under a freeway.  Great.  I was very much over being on the bike now – I was cold and wet and tired and just wanted to go home.  Having spoken to the guy on site, he assured us that if we went the way the map was telling us, we would be able to get out the other side of the the underpass and onto the road we needed.  Trouble was, what was between us and the other side of the underpass was a good 30 metres of thick, wet and very deep mud.  Me being me (as per usual) though “F*ck it – I don’t care anymore – I just want to go home” so I started up my bike and went hell for leather through the mud thinking if i didn’t stop i would get a clear path through and wait for the others at the other side.  How wrong could I be?  So while Ceri is almost completely incapacitated and can barely breathe from laughing at me so much, I am now stuck knee deep in this mud and cannot go anywhere.  Also not helped by the fact that i was laughing hysterically and trying to move my bike out at the same time.  Tommy, the American guy who unfortunately for him had joined us for the day was less than impressed and kept shouting at me like a Dad which only served to make us laugh more.  The nice man from the building site came traipsing over to try and help me and when he grabbed the back of my bike to move it, I instinctively grabbed the handlebars and therefore the accelerator, completely showering him from head to toe in mud.   Ceri is almost dead at this point and I’m still being told off by Dad!!  After a good 15 minutes of trying to move my bike, we eventually made it through to the other side unscathed.  What we found when we got to the other side was that the exit was completely blocked by scaffolding, and even if we could get through it, it would mean driving on the wrong side of the road, into 3 lanes of oncoming traffic, just to get off at the side road where we needed to turn off.  So back through the mud we went!!  Absolute nightmare.  We eventually made it out in one piece and decided to stop off somewhere on the way home to get some food.  We stopped at Cowboy Hat Lady and had pork and rice for dinner.  When Ceri sat down in the light, I pointed out that she had mud on her face, unbeknownst to me that it was me who put it there in the first place.  All in the name of adventure!🙄
The following day, we set off for our next destination, Pai.  It was fair to say that i was dreading the journey as someone who suffers from travel sickness. The road between Chaing Mai and Pai is about 150km but it famous for its 762 bends in the road.  Hairpin bends, winding mountain roads, crazy steep hills.  The drive was fairly awful, but Ceri and I watched the Little Mermaid to take the edge off.  We finally arrived in one piece and checked into our lovely hostel, Common Grounds.  A short walk from the centre of town, we had everything we needed and pretty ace room mates. We settled for an early night the first night to re-set then we would begin our adventures in this little hippie town tomorrow.  img_3729
We headed out around lunch time to pick up our bikes for the next couple of days as there is so much to see around this little town.  Our first stop would be the Hot Springs, about 30 minutes drive out of town.  The roads there were much the same as the roads from Chiang Mai and it had been raining so we were trying to take it easy.  It was not particularly pleasant driving conditions and my bike was “a bit dodgy” even on the straight roads but we powered through.  That was until I hit a patch of mud at the bottom of the hill just by the entrance to the hot springs.  With everyone else in front of me, no one saw me come flying off my bike as the back wheel skidded and came out from under me.  I took quite a tumble and my bike ended up upside down in the rain water ditch at the side of the road.  I had scraped up my knee, ankle, foot and hand and fairly sure I may have broken a couple of ribs as it was pretty hard to breathe (for a good 6 weeks – Sorry Mum! 🙄)  I had tried to pick up my bike myself but had no luck.  I had paid the insurance waiver on it so couldn’t have cared less if I left it in the ditch at the side of the road, but a few minutes later a lovely local man came to my rescue and picked up my bike for me.  This is when the American boys came back for me to see if I was OK.  Somehow, I managed to get back on my bike (even though I was loathed to) and carry on riding to the Hot Springs.  I had earned my very first “Thai Tattoo.”  I suspect warm river water was not the best things for all my open cuts but I had driven all the way out there so I wasn’t about to miss out now.  
After a couple of hours at the hot springs and a quick visit to another waterfall, we headed back to our hostel to get some dinner and head out for well earned drinks that evening.  It got very messy very quickly and ended up with another new (unwanted) piercing for Ceri and a blinding hangover for each of us!! I think we were going to like Pai.  The following morning, sore all over and generally feeling like death we headed out with our room mates to get breakfast. I needed an epic hangover cure and what I found was “Big’s Little Cafe” on the main street in Pai. The man was an actual hero – home made sausage, bacon, hash browns, eggs, baked beans…it was an actual life saver – for an hour or so at best. Then we all hit a wall and had to go home to bed again! Late in the afternoon we decided to give life another go and hopped back on the bikes again (I know – I must be mad!!) and headed out to the White Buddha and Pai Canyon. The view from the top of the mountain over Pai was just beautiful but we decided to head over to Pai Canyon for sunset. Although a bit cloudy it was so beautiful – even when being eaten alive by sand flies as I waited for Ceri to come back from her mountaineering adventure! I tried to go out for drinks again that night but couldn’t face it and was still sore all over so I headed home for a quiet night in. True to form, our final night in Pai was another messy one – but here is us looking pretty before it all went wrong! Again. 😂The following afternoon, we headed back to Chiang Mai and checked into our new hostel, Brick House Hostel. We went out in town that night to the renowned Zoe in Yellow. Yet another messy night under our belts! 🤦🏽‍♀️ 

The following day we headed out of the city to the Thai Farm Cooking School, a beautiful organic farm located about 30 minutes from the city and completely self sufficient.  All the meals we cooked were using ingredients grown at the farm.  We spent the day learning how to make tom yum soup, pad Thai, red Thai curry, chicken and Thai basil and bananas in coconut milk. Apart from the hangover it was an amazing day and I can’t wait to fret back in a proper kitchen to cook it all again!! To finish off our final day with the American boys, we all headed out to the Muay Thai Boxing that night for a “bit of culture.” We went to the ticket office and before we knew it we were thrown in the back of a tuktuk and sent off across town to god only knows where.  After about half an hour we arrived at a local boxing ring and made our way in.  Now I’m not a huge fan of boxing so it wasn’t exactly my cup of tea, but we did see to TKOs and some pretty bad ass women’s boxing! The following day we hopped on a night bus to Kalasin, in the North East of Thailand where Ceri had been living and working before we met. We spent 2 days hanging out with all her friends, eating and drinking so much good food and planning more adventures.  My life was changed here by Honey Toast…❤️.

After 2 wonderful days in Kalasin we finally headed on down to Bangkok, our final stop before we called half time on Thailand to head to Myanmar.  We checked into Bodega Hostel and we’re lucky enough to meet up with our favourite Israeli girls again!! Ceri and I spent the day wandering around the vast Chatachuk Weekend Market before getting dolled up for the evening and heading to the Lebua Sky Bar with Dayna & Jordan. We had an absolutely beautiful evening taking in the stunning Bangkok night skyline with an obscenely expensive bottle of wine. But hey, YOLO right? Can’t wait for Israel 2K18 ladies! 😉 

Our time in Thailand had come to a temporary end while we headed to Myanmar for more adventures and to celebrate Ceri’s birthday. Myanmar blog is already up and running for those of you that haven’t already seen it, if you want to that is! 


Cambodia, Cats, Candles & Cake! 

So I’ve left behind my beloved travel buddy. It was actually like, the worst break up ever. Both of us stood outside the hostel crying while the taxi driver looked on thinking we should probably both be sectioned!! I know you’ll probably cry reading this but seriously, THANK YOU Ceri for being the best travel buddy ever!! As you said before – you made the good times beyond amazing, you made the “shit” times bearable and often absolutely hilarious and you are one of my most favourite humans ever!! I know Australia was a #bigstep for you but (and I hate to say I told you so) you’ve got it nailed already and I’m so proud of you! Can’t wait to come and visit you! 💕

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I picked up my new travel buddy Katrina, who I met in Pai at the bus station and our Cambodian adventure started with a surprisingly easy and fairly uneventful border crossing at Poi Pet. I have heard so many horror stories that I was geared up for an argument (well, ish…) with any of the officials over random extra payments for this or that but I handed over my $30 and that was that! Not even a funny or witty story to insert here – it really was as simple as that! Marginally disappointing I know! I didn’t even get to say “well this’ll be a good story for the blog.” 😑 We eventually arrived into Siem Reap and were given a “free” tuktuk to our hostel, Siem Reap Pub Hostel. Should have guessed by the name what type of place it would be and should have learned from 5 months in Asia that no tuktuk ride is free. We ended up committing ourselves to a sunrise tour of Angkor Wat with our slightly overbearing driver who refused to take no for an answer. At least we wouldn’t have to deal with him for another whole day. Rather than hanging around for too long at our hostel, despite the pool, we headed out to the night market and to have a wander around Pub Street. I thought I’d had enough of night markets but the one in Siem Reap was beautiful and I wanted to buy EVERYTHING. I resisted on the promise of “I’ll come back tomorrow” and hoped I would have my sensible head on by then and wouldn’t buy every single item I laid my eyes on!

The following morning was a 4am wake up call to get out to Angkor Wat for sunrise. Surprisingly, as promised, our tuktuk driver was waiting outside our hostel for us and off we went to buy our tickets and find our spot at one of the most famous temples in the world. The ticket queues were substantial considering the time but we had plenty of time and our driver seemed to be in no hurry. After parting with $37 for the one day ticket we headed back out in the road, because of course, why would the ticket office be anywhere near the entrance? We were dropped off and vaguely shown in the direction of Angkor Wat by our driver who it turned out was not going to be our “guide” for the day as promised but just our somewhat abnoxious driver. We were told by many people that this morning was the best weather they had seen in the past 2 weeks so we were super lucky. That said, it was still pretty cloudy so the sunrise wasn’t as spectacular as I had hoped. In fact, I’m sad to say I was particularly underwhelmed by Angkor Wat in general. I may well be the only person that had ever said that but it just didn’t live up to my expectations and I had, after all, been spoilt by Myanmar.  That said, it was still very beautiful and we enjoyed exploring the temples for the morning. I even got a blessing from a monk inside Angkor Wat and hope that my red bracelet continues to bring me good fortune as Lord knows I need it on this trip! 😂

After a few hours wandering around Angkor Wat we grabbed a quick bite and some much needed coffee before finding our driver who was less than impressed with us.  He lectured us on how he had been waiting for over an hour us to take us to breakfast. He was even more cross with us when we told him we had already eaten and so stormed off in a strop. Too tired to care or argue, we got in the back of the tuktuk and asked him to take us to Bayon Temple, as we had paid him to do. He no longer liked us so no longer spoke to us! Not awkward at all. When we arrived at Bayon I had got the reaction I had been hoping for. I was completely blown away by its beauty and detail – it really was like something out of a sci-fi movie. I don’t know what has happened to my brain as I can’t quite seem to find the words to describe it – but here is a picture for you to make up your own mind. 

The Khmer temple, which is believed to date back to the 12th Century is full of carved stone faces, multiple levels and walkways and plenty of history. This really was the highlight of the day for me, despite everyone telling me the best way yet to come – Ta Phrom, AKA the Tomb Raider Temple. We stopped and had a wander around Angkor Thom before leaving. 

After another silent tuktuk ride with our driver still behaving like a 12 year-old, we arrived at Ta Phrom and it was like literally arriving in a film set. There were hoards of people crammed into the place, cameras and selfie sticks being swung around in every direction and constantly being barged into by inconsiderate (Chinese) tourists. Why take 1 selfie when you can take 827389492648593? Although the temple was beautiful and spectacular in the way in which it had been taken over my Mother Nature, the experience was somewhat spoilt by the sheer volume of people.  I say this not to discourage people from visiting, because it truly is spectacular, but just don’t expect the place to be quiet, even at stupid o’clock in the morning.

By the time we managed to find our way out of the Tomb Raider Temple we were both pretty exhausted and over it so decided we would ask to be taken home. Luckily for us our driver was still being an arrogant git and so announced when we arrived back at the tuktuk that our day was over and he would now be taking us home. Even had the cheek to ask us for petrol money! For once in my life I held my tongue, got in and went home without argument. It pained me! 😂 We spent the rest of our afternoon lazing around the pool and eating more delicious gelato because well, we just couldn’t help ourselves.  We also had to decide where we would be heading on our next adventure, but not being too keen on making grown up decisions we resorted to a 5 baht coin, now known as The Decision Making Coin. It’s fair to say it served us well and the first decision it made was that our next stop would be Battambang, tomorrow morning. We arrived and checked into our dorm room which was hotter than actual hell. Despite the 2 pathetic fans on the ceiling, it was still about 10 degrees hotter inside than outside! We decided to head out for dinner in the hope that it would cool down while we were out! We had a lovely dinner at a local restaurant called HOC Cafe which supports a local orphanage called Hope of Children. Although fairly cheap, the food was absolutely delicious and we were absolutely stuffed!! The honey chicken was absolutely divine!! On our way home we stopped to watch a group of locals playing bowls on the street corner. Although we had no idea what they were saying (probably something along the lines of “Why are these 2 weird white girls watching us?”) they were quite happy for us to watch and take a few photos while they played. The people of Cambodia are far friendlier than I was lead to believe – always smiling, friendly and helpful, the exception being our tuktuk driver at the Angkor Temples. The following morning we set off on our next Cambodian adventure – the famous Bamboo Train. Our lovely driver picked us up in our carriage for the day and headed out, but not before stopping to see his family home and meet his family along the way. We arrived at the “station” in O Dambong to await our train carriage for this unique journey through to O Sra Lav. Our carriage was a battered old bamboo platform that was literally laying in the bushes at the side of the track until they decided it should probably be used.  It was picked up out of the hedge and dropped onto a pair of wheels and the only thing that held the 2 together was the rubber belt that looped around the rear axel and through the very questionable old motorbike engine.  

​Thankfully the broken bamboo platform had cushions else there was no way we were getting on it! Safety first!! 🙄 For $5 each, we clattered through the countryside on the old, warped and very disjointed tracks for about 30 minutes to O Sra Lav where we were met by the most fierce sales people of all time – small children. I got off the train determined I would buy nothing. I got back on the train with 8 bracelets. 🤦🏽‍♀️ ​

​After a lovely morning in the glorious sunshine, we headed back into town for some lunch and Air Con. We would be heading back out later in the afternoon with our lovely driver to the Killing Caves and the famous bat cave. After the worlds sweetest and most fattening coffee ever, we hopped back in our tuktuk and headed out to the Killing Caves – a chilling prelude to what we would encounter in the coming days. Our driver stopped along the way in case we wanted a snack but we politely declined……We were also lucky enough to encounter this little guy on the way – seeing him play like this made my heart so happy!! ​

​ We decided to walk up the mountain for a bit of exercise and once there we were met with a fairly graphic depiction of the type of torture that took place here. People were tortured and brutally murdered, their bodies tossed into the cave under the rule of the Khmer Rouge – all as recently as 1970. Such horror surrounded by such beauty just doesn’t seem right – the views from the top were just stunning. As we descended into the cave itself we found a large glass case full of just some of the bones that have since been recovered from this cave.  A gruesome reminder of just how unrelenting the Khmer Rouge were during their time in power. 

The cave has now been turned into a temple with a reclining Buddha in the hope of bringing some peace and tranquility to the area. We finished off our Battambang adventure day with a nice cold beer at sunset, at the mouth of the famous bat cave, where at dusk, somewhere between 6 & 7 million bats come out to feed.  For 2 whole hours there is a constant stream of tiny bats flying out of the cave – it really is a sight to see! ​

​Our Battambang adventure had come to an end – tomorrow we would be heading to our next destination Phnom Penh, which we were equally excited and nervous about. We arrived at our beautiful hostel, Billabong Hostel and we spent the afternoon lounging around our pool! We had our first visit to Mad Monkey that night and ended up in some grotty night club where I was at least 10 years older than everyone else in there! I should have learned my lesson with Mad Monkey that night but no such luck! After dragging our asses home at 4am we had a few hours sleep before getting up for one of my worst days I’ve had since I left home.

Today was the day we were visiting the S21 Museum and the Killing Fields. I was only vaguely aware of the history surrounding these places but had heard the stories along my travels and it’s fair to say I was dreading it. People have since asked me if I would “recommend” visiting these places but that’s a question I cannot answer. It’s not the type of place you would recommend as such – it has to be a decision that you make for yourself as to whether or not you want to (or are mentally prepared to) gain the true understanding of the atrocities that took place in these two places and across Cambodia. The S21 Museum, also known as Tuol Sleng Genocide Museum was once a high school but during the Khmer Rouge Regime was turned into a secret torture prison, housing as many as 20,000 prisoners between 1975 and 1979. All but 7 prisoners were tortured and executed here for what was essentially no reason at all. They were executed for being professionals – doctors, scientists, teachers, executed for being related to any one of the above mentioned, executed for wearing glasses. The list was endless and unrelenting. Entire families were wiped out based on the belief that they were “educated” and therefore a threat to the Khmer Rouge and their ideaologies. You walk around the museum listening to an audio tour and your own thoughts. Take your headphones off and there is an eerie silence throughout. A mark of respect perhaps…or silence from utter shock and devastation at what went on here. Prisoners were kept in tiny makeshift brick cells with no fresh air, very little day light, no food or water and in complete silence. They were systematically tortured into giving information that they knew nothing about. If they cried out during torture, they were tortured more. As they neared death, they were given the most basic and crude “medical attention” for the sole purpose of being kept alive to be tortured further. These stories broke me. They shatter your faith in humanity. How can one human do this to another – let alone thousands? It’s something I just cannot fathom! Hearing the court transcripts from the murder trial of Kerry Hamill, a Kiwi sailor who was captured off the coast of Cambodia in 1978, reduced me to tears. I was done – my heart couldn’t take any more. Whilst being tortured into a confession for something he knew nothing about, he used false (very famous) names to send secret messages to his family, letting them know he loved them. I left that place in bits but I knew it would only get worse this afternoon. A short distance outside of the city we arrived at the Killing Fields.  Again – complete silence. An instantly noticeable uneasy feeling to the whole place and it has to be said, a fairly unpleasant smell. Even if you knew nothing about this place or even its name, you would know good things did not happen here. I wasn’t sure I was ready for this…but if we don’t learn about these things when we have the chance, we will never know how to change the future. The audio tour takes you around the various parts, showing the site of the truck stop where victims were dropped off, where they were interrogated and eventually the mass graves where thousands upon thousands were bludgeoned to death and thrown into the dirt. They weren’t shot – because that would be quick, relatively painless, cost too much money and the sound of gunfire would attract unwanted attention. Instead their skulls were smashed with whatever weapon was available at the time. Possibly the most heartbreaking and gut-wrenching place was the “Killing Tree” where babies and small children would be swung by their feet and their heads smashed into the tree then tossed into the nearest mass grave. Again, just to add to the pain this would be done in front of their mothers. This place is so full of horrors you just can’t imagine. The graves, which are all fenced off, are covered in thousands upon thousands of colourful bracelets – left by visitors and tourists as a mark of respect. Bracelets hang from the bark of the Killing Tree which still remains standing – despite all it was “responsible” for.The final stop on this horrific tour was the memorial constructed to honour all those killed here. The stupa contains over 5000 human skulls, each with visible injuries showing how that person died. Whilst I fully appreciate the need to remember and honour all the victims, displaying their skulls did not seem like the way to do it – in my opinion at least. I understand that death is treated very differently in Asia to the rest of the world but it is still difficult to see.

After a truly horrific day I really had nothing left in me but to go home and lay either by the pool or in my bed. Tomorrow was a new day and the start of our island adventures to Koh Rong and Koh Rong Samloem. The decision making coin had been flipped and we would be heading to Koh Rong Samloem first – the smaller if the 2 islands. The decision making coin also decided that we would be staying at Mad Monkey. 😑 A bus, a tuktuk, another bus, a ridiculously bumpy but really fun ferry and a long boat later, we arrived on Koh Rong Samloem.  We checked into our bamboo hut named “Teak” which vegan Katrina initially thought was called Steak! 😂 The only thing to do next was head out to the bar, chill out and watch the sunset. We even managed a little swim out to the hammocks in the water but we didn’t want to expend too much energy so we lay there for ages! A nice chilled out dinner, a few drinks and hanging out with some new people and a pretty ace fire show on the beach.  A late night dip in the phosphorescence was the perfect end to a pretty ace day! Shame it wasn’t to be continued. God damn effing bed bugs AGAIN! Place was riddled with them! By now you all know my thoughts and feelings on bed bugs so I won’t bore you again with the details. I spent that night sleeping on a bean bag on the floor of the bar. 😑 Day 2 on Koh Rong S was a total write off due to bed bug induced rage and severe lack of sleep. I spent the day lazing around in the sea hammocks, eating, drinking and snoozing where and when I could. The decision making coin had a lot to answer for! We were reassured by the staff that the issue would be resolved for this evening so we should have a restful nights sleep. That was not to be. After a thoroughly entertaining evening spent completely spanking the Aussie boys at cards we tried to go to bed again only to discover the bed bugs still firmly in place. Yet another nights sleep on the floor of the bar. I could not wait to get to get of this damn island!! So with 10kgs of laundry between us, we got back on our long boat to head back to the main bay to get the ferry back to Koh Rong. We sat and waiting in the restaurant,as we were told, and watched the boats come and go – all of which we were told were not our boats. Time was ticking on and when we went to ask someone different what time our ferry would be here we were told we had missed the last one and there was only one final boat for the day – the inter-island supply ferry. The Cambodian Islands had been one big car crash for us so far!! When the supply ferry eventually arrived we hurled our bags on board and got on wanting nothing more than to just get to our “nice bungalow” and chill out for the evening. Again – it was not to be. 2 and a half hours on this bloody ferry – stopping off at every resort and jetty it could find – delivering everything under the sun from beer to cement. All that said, I’m grateful we did get on this particular supply ferry as this was where we met Pudding – our tiny little ginger kitten that had somehow became separated from her mother and found her way onto this dilapidated old ferry. She was so tiny and so skinny and jumped straight in my lap and curled up and went to sleep. Now as most of you know I’m not a huge cat lover – but how could anyone not fall in love with this tiny little ginger soul. She was so content with us and happily climbed between Katrina and I for the entire ferry trip.
When we came to disembark, we knew we couldn’t leave her! So I carried her down from the top deck and asked the boats captain if the kitten belonged to him. He vehemently shook his head. When I asked if I could keep her he looked delighted. So just like that, we came to adopt Pudding, our Cambodian kitten. She was very comfortable when she moved into our “nice bungalow” with us – even though the bungalow was less than nice. More of a mouldy old shack with very questionable safety or stability but it would do for now – especially as we turned out to spend very little time there. While I stayed home to make sure Pudding settled in (and didn’t run away through one of the many holes in our walls) Katrina went out to source some cat food for her. What she got was a tin of tuna – spoilt already!! She snaffled down a quarter of a tin without even coming up for air – she was clearly starving!! As soon as she was full she jumped up on top of my backpack and curled up and went to sleep! Shame the same could not be said for us. Tonight was birthday eve for me and I wanted a nice early night so that I could fully enjoy my entire day tomorrow. Alas – at 10pm I was forced out of my pyjamas and out the door to the “All Night Police Beach Party.” No – it was not a work do – the beach is called Police Beach and it has a very questionable open air “night club” there which had an all nighter every Saturday! We had a few drinks along the main beach and I was coerced into spinning the dreaded wheel at one of the bars. Pay $1 – spin the wheel and claim either your free drink/s or forfeit! Now we all know my luck….especially on this trip!! Reluctantly (and without paying – hey, it’s now my birthday!!) I span the wheel and of course…it lands on “Hurricane.” A delicious cocktail I hear you say? NO! They take you outside to the beach, make you do a shot, then you have to spin round 5 times on the spot. The bar man then throws a pint of water in your face and then slaps you. Now whilst I’m all for a laugh – I’m definitely not up for getting assaulted…on my birthday! One of the Irish boys took one for the team and did my hurricane for me…call it a birthday gift! After many more birthday drinks we eventually made it (somehow) to the beach party. We had THE BEST night covered in face paint and glitter, dancing and drinking the night away. Before we knew it the sun was starting to come up so we headed down to the sea to watch. With a beer in hand, glitter on my face (and everywhere else for that matter) and a heart so full, on my birthday I watched the sun rise whilst dancing in the rain. Also on FaceTime to Stevie & Matt Weldon but the less said about that the better! 😂😂 We had an epic night which meant we slept the day away entirely – but I was kind of OK with that – it was totally worth it!!

When we eventually made it out of our bungalow again after many hours of saying “we should get up now” and “do they have Uber Eats here?” We got a very late lunch and before we knew it we were back in the same bar as last night – playing in an extensive Beer Pong Competition. It was long, got very boring very quickly and to be quite frank, we were terrible. I have seemingly lost my skill, developed 3 years ago on Fraser Island playing cocktail pong!  Needing to be relatively sensible tonight and to get home for the cat, we called it an early ish night and headed home. Tomorrow we would be going to our next and final Cambodian destination, Kampot. Another ferry, another bus and another tuktuk, all with Pudding in tow, we arrived at Arcadia, a small hostel famous in Kampot for its fairly extensive yet very questionable “water park.” After blagging our way in with a little help from the Aussie boys, we spent our time doing things like this:​​

​Yes – that is me, sailing through the air like a rag doll after being jumped by 2 fairly hefty Irish rugby players. Feels like something of a metaphor about my life but we shan’t go into that now. After 1 night and a morning of fun we moved to a different hostel in town called Karma Traders, where we hoped that they would adopt Pudding and she could have a happy home. Sadly it was not to be as they already had a number of cats living there. Pudding would be staying with us for a little longer.

Our final day in Cambodia we spent buzzing around in our hired scooters, up round the winding mountain roads and out to watch the sunset at the stunningly beautiful salt flats. As if the sunset wasn’t beautiful enough, to see it reflected in the mirror like water was something really special! An absolute treat for our final Cambodian adventure. 

PS. If you would like to help us bring Pudding home, please read our/her story here:


🇲🇲 My Oh Myanmar! 🇲🇲

After much deliberation, much procrastination, not very much planning and definitely not very much organisation, we managed to book last minute flights to Myanmar. Before this trip, I knew I wanted to go but had only ever met one person who had been before so I was going in a bit blind but, like everything else on this trip, I was just going to hope for the best. I have met a lot of people along the way who have been recently and said it was one of their favourite places so I simply couldn’t miss it. We sorted our online Visa’s for 50USD – the first curve ball. It was way more expensive than I had anticipated but isn’t it always? We managed to get our return flights from Bangkok for around £60 so we clawed some money back there. The flight is only an hour from Bangkok – easy! We arrived in Yangon in the evening and headed straight to our hostel, Little Monkey Hostel, in downtown Yangon. Our taxi driver from the airport was ace – he taught us all of our basics for speaking Burmese. It’s not an easy language to pick up and the notes I wrote in my phone to help me remember it all, on reflection, are hilarious. I’m convinced I am terrible at it because whenever I attempt to say anything they just laugh! We settled into our hostel and got an early night so we could make the most of our time here. Bad start. Bed bugs. Again. Despite the sleeping tablet I had taken I got woken up by them and when I got out of my bed I could literally see them crawling. Absolutely vile. There was no one around to do anything about it so I sat in a chair outside the room for a good 3 hours trying not to shred off my skin until someone came back to the reception. They moved us rooms and called in pest control however subsequent research suggests this may not be the last time this happens in Myanmar – deep joy! 😒

Our first day we spent getting a feel for the area and visiting the Bogyoke Aung Sang Market. The architecture is beautiful – French colonial inspired buildings with ornate balconies, bright colours and lots of hustle and bustle. The first morning I watched an old lady on her 4th floor balcony ringing a bell attached to a long string. I then watched the street vendor below spring into action preparing food which was then attached to the long string in a bag and the lady hoisted up her breakfast. The ultimate delivery service for street food. The market was unlike any others I have visited on this trip. Never have I seen so much gold and gems in all my life. It would seem Myanmar is pretty rich in jade, rubies and gold. Every shape, size, colour! I’m told that a lot of the jade in China is actually from Myanmar – not China as we are all lead to believe. Another thing it is rich in is bettel – a somewhat less desirable item, for me anyway. The incessant “hawking” and spitting on the street makes me die inside a little each time I see/hear it and the streets are splattered red everywhere you look. I saw it in the Philippines where the mountain guides used it to give them an energy “boost” but it seems to be a lot more common here and is seemingly very addictive and also bad for you. I found out the hard way what goes into it. 🤦🏽‍♀️ Whilst walking home from the market I stopped to watch a lady rolling the leaves. From what I could gather the leaf was spread with a white paste – lime paste, then a sprinkling of spices (cardamom or cloves), chewing tobacco, a bettel nut and a luminous green looking drop of peppermint oil. It’s then all rolled up into a little parcel. Then she handed it to me. I didn’t know what to do. I panicked and didn’t want to seem rude since she had gone to the trouble of making it…..so I put it in my mouth. First fail. I tried to chew. Second fail. A group of locals sat in a truck nearby thought this was hilarious! The nut was literally impossible to chew but as I bit through the leaf all the other contents spilled out into my mouth in a particularly unpleasant manner. The taste wasn’t actually that offensive but I was trying so hard not to gag and also didn’t want to be spitting a gob full of slop into the street. So I did my best to thank the lady and walked off, trying not to be sick, until I could find somewhere to spit this stuff. I’m aware that it seriously stains your teeth bright red and as you probably know I’m a little precious about my teeth so I needed to get this stuff out ASAP! A skip. Classy as ever. Not an experience I care to repeat, even out of politeness!​ ​

​That evening we decided to venture to the famous Shwedagon Pagoda for sunset. We missed the sunset due to the unbelievable traffic in this city but that didn’t deter us. The pagoda was every bit as spectacular as I had hoped. 105 metres tall, covered from top to bottom in gold, crowned with a 74 carat diamond and housing 8 hairs from the 4th Buddha. It is said to be the most sacred Buddhist stupa in all of Myanmar and dates back to between the 6th & 10th Century.  The following day we decided to make our way to The Golden Rock and “keep it local” by getting only local transportation and not a taxi for $100. We cheated the first bit by getting a taxi to the bus station and it was truly terrifying when we arrived. As we pulled into the vast bus station, we were literally surrounded by men trying to sell us bus tickets.  It was like something out of the Walking Dead – men with what looked like blood stained teeth (from the bettel) clawing away at the car shouting and yelling!  We were the only white people to be seen and they were literally grabbing hold of the car as we drove past. We were so scared to get out but when we eventually did we had no trouble at all getting a bus ticket to where we needed to go. A couple of hours on a relatively decent bus and we arrived in the small town of Kinpun and we were directed to a truck station over the road for our lift up to the top of the mountain. We had intended on walking up but the bus took so long to get there that we just didn’t have time so truck stop it was. Nothing could have prepared us for what was to come. 45 of us were crammed into the back of a pick up truck with small wooden benches. There was barely room to move or even breathe and it was pouring with rain. 45 minutes of pouring rain, ridiculously winding roads, people spitting bettel and throwing up in bags, we arrived at the top, paid out fee to get to the pagoda and carried on walking to the top. Complete cloud cover! Couldn’t see a thing. Wonderful. We had just spent near on 7 hours getting here and couldn’t see a bastard thing! Luckily for us, someone was looking out for us and for about 10 minutes, the sun came out and burned away all the clouds and we had a tiny window with some incredible views! Legend has it that the Golden Rock is held in its precarious position by a single strand of Buddha’s hair, having been brought to its current location by a boat, which itself turned to stone and remains nearby, now known at the Kyaukthaban Pagoda, meaning Stone Boat Stupa.After all the effort we went to to get here we had very little time before we had to get the terror truck back down the hill to get our bus back to Yangon. It worked out much cheaper getting local public transport but for the amount of time I almost wish we had just got a taxi!! Our final day in Yangon we paid a visit to the National Museum. On our walk there we got absolutely drenched in the monsoon rains and also a tidal wave from a passing bus. I had to physically wring out my trousers and bra! 🤦🏽‍♀️ Needless to say the walk around the air conditioned museum was a little chilly and it was very difficult to understand what everything was because there was nothing in English. Our final Yangon stop was a quick visit to the Chauk-Htat-Gyi Reclining Buddha. We headed back to our terrifying bus station again to head up north to our next destination, Ngapali Beach. 

Side note: Always do your transport research before leaving.

Our bus to Ngapali Beach was relatively painless although chucking it down with rain again as seems to be norm now every time we have to get off a bus in the middle of the night!! We got to our very questionable hotel which equated to a double bed crammed into a shoebox sized room made of paper. The weather for the whole time we were there was pretty awful so we didn’t get much time at the beach. Although it was beautiful, it was also incredibly spoilt by the sheer amount of litter which is so typical of so many places in Asia. The artwork from the tiny crabs on the beach definitely helped make up for it though! Our bus journey away from the beach to Bagan was somewhat less simple. We had failed to research enough beforehand to realise that the easiest way to get from Ngapali to Bagan is to go back via Yangon. Epic fail. Determined not to retrace our steps and waste time we went local again. It started off with a minivan for 5 hours which was fine. Then we boarded the death bus at Pyay for the remaining 12 hours of our journey. “Wow – that must have been a long way” I hear you say. Negative. It was about 167 miles in total and took us 17 hours. 12 of which we were sat on wooden benches with our feet on giant bags of crops. The driver looked to be about 12 (at best) and was completely off his face on bettel. The most alarming thing was watching him pray before we set off. I definitely felt like I should have been praying too – to anyone who would listen! What followed was a the longest, most painful and uncomfortable journey ever! More hawking and spitting, more bettel, more throwing up in bags, more winding mountain roads, more middle of the night stop offs, more horrific squat toilet stops and again being unceremoniously dumped in the middle of nowhere (allegedly a “bus station”) in the middle of the night by ourselves! When we finally made it to our hotel it was like we had hit the absolute jackpot. Something I have dearly missed since the day I left home. The holy grail of hotel rooms. A bath!!! Never in my life have I been more excited for a bath!! Even if it was sized for hobbits. My alarm went off at 4:15am and we were both so excited we leapt out of bed to get ready. We collected our E-bikes and headed out to find a good spot to watch the sunrise! We headed to one particular temple that we had in mind, Law Ka Ou Shuang, and when we got there we found it was closed and all locked up! Not only that but there was the most horrific noise coming from inside. Dogs fighting. We backed off to leave only to realise we were being followed by one of the dogs, who was carrying a very tiny, now very dead kitten in its mouth! It was so sad! On looking back we realised they had killed another tiny kitten inside. We were traumatised! Not such a great start but nothing was going to ruin our day, also Ceri’s birthday! We headed across the road to the next nearest Pagoda and climbed up the steep brick steps to the top. There was a little ledge you could just about sit on to watch the sun rise over the incredible planes. It was beyond spectacular. No hot air balloons as it is out of season here now but still one of the most stunning places I have ever seen. We sat for at least an hour just watching and listening while the rest of the world woke up. Once the sun was up we set out on our days mission to visit as many pagodas as we could manage. We didn’t get far. In fact, we got about 200 yards to the Shwesandaw Pagoda. We climbed up its steep steps and again, the view from the top was incredible. A lot of the larger pagodas, this one included, are currently covered in bamboo scaffolding. This is for restoration work to be carried out in many of the temples following a 6.9 Richter scale earthquake back in 2016! It’s actually amazing how well these pagodas have faired, considering some of them date back to the 11th century. There was once 10,000 pagodas in Bagan and surrounding areas. Now, some 2000 remain but it certainly looks more. They are literally everywhere. Some tiny, hidden behind trees or bushes and other so grand they can be seen from miles away. There are also a few brilliant white temples, one of which we visited near the Kyat Kan Monastery.  I spoke to a monk for ages at this particular white temple and he told me that once upon a time, all the temples were white, and that as they have aged, the lime stone plaster has been worn away, leaving behind the red bricks you see on most of the pagodas today. Apparently less than 10 white temples remain. This one appeared to have been recently renovated so it was practically pristine and stood out so brilliantly against the blue sky. It sort of reminded me of Santorini – not that I’ve been, but it’s high up the bucket list! Whilst at the Shwesandaw Pagoda, we met a lovely local kid named Zar Zar. He spoke to us for a while to practise his English and showed us into a nearby pagoda which had a huge reclining Buddha – something which we totally would have missed otherwise. What started off as a quick exchange of “Hello, where are you from?” resulted in a whole crib sheet of handwritten Burmese phrases, our faces being painted with the locally produced sunscreen and an invitation for lunch tomorrow with his family. I love this country!! We carried on about our day, driving through the countryside, finding pagodas and temples and even stumbled across a “weather spoons” where we stopped for lunch of a traditional pickled tea leaf salad. Full up from lunch we headed back to our hotel for a quick afternoon nap, ready to head out again for sunset. We drove out to the Hsin Phyu Shin Monastic Complex for sunset and we were lucky enough to have the whole roof terrace to ourselves. It took us a while to find it – E-Bikes and sandy roads are not the best combination and the hidden staircase was somewhat treacherous but it was definitely worth it. Despite being absolutely shattered from our 4am wake up call, our first day in Bagan was a success. Our second Bagan sunrise we watched from Maha Gudi Temple – we were escorted there by a local as we clearly looked very lost trying to get where we actually wanted to go. Again, the view was spectacular, although this time there were a lot more (very talkative) tourists which sort of spoilt it a little. And there is always one person that takes up half the viewing platform with their flipping camera tripod! We headed straight back to our hotel after sunrise this morning as we had a very important lunch date with Zar Zar and his family. We met him at the Shwesandaw Pagoda at 11am as promised. He had been there since sunrise selling postcards to make money for his family. He hopped on the back of Ceri’s bike and we drove the short distance to his home, a small but very beautiful bamboo house on stilts with a small shop front outside. We were given the warmest welcome by his parents who insisted we called them Mama and Papa – our Bagan family. We were treated to an enormous bowl of rice, chicken, noodles, peanuts, cucumber and hot Chinese tea. It was absolutely delicious, even if there was enough to feed a small army! Mama applied thanaka, a natural local sunscreen made from tree bark mixed with water. We were shown family photos, taught about meditating, shown how Papa makes his bamboo pots and given gifts beyond what we could ever imagine. They were truly one of the most wonderful families I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. If you ever go to Bagan, please let me know as I would love for you to meet them and takes gifts for them from me! On top of all that, we were invited back for dinner that evening. We spent the afternoon riding around again with Zar Zar in tow and watched the sunset at South Guni Temple. The sunset was infinitely better tonight than it was last night and we had a beautiful spot for it. I also got the chance to hang out with my favourite, incredibly fierce and stunningly beautiful souvenir saleswoman! For 17 years old she was amazingly talented at sales pitches and sweet talking people into buy what she had on offer. If I had been “on holiday” I would have bought every single thing she had!! Dinner was another mammoth feast followed by a quite frankly unbelievably strong massage from Mama. Who knew such a tiny woman could be like the Hulk when it comes to a massage. I felt broken after a few minutes! We left for our hotel full of food and full of gifts again and a promise to return again tomorrow morning for one final visit before we left. Our final sunrise was somewhat less successful than the others. Ceri’s back tyre all but came off on the way so we abandoned the bike at the side of the road and she hopped on my bike so we could carry on to our chosen temple. We got to the temple and despite it being recommended to us for a good sunrise, it just wasn’t high enough to be able to see over the trees, even after our (probably illegal) Spidey climbing adventure! We missed sunrise and then had to wait for the bike to be fixed. The mechanic turned up with some glue, elastic bands, scissors and plastic string. I sat and watched him poke elastic bands and plastic string into the puncture with a pair of scissors, seemingly ignoring the fact that they entire tyre was off the wheel. He then proceeded to glue the tyre back in place before pumping it up again and hoping for the best! Thank god we only had this bike for half a day as that thing was lethal. We had totally missed sunrise at this point so we headed on to pick up Zar Zar again and go and visit some more temples! We managed Bulethi Temple, Htilominlo Temple, Alodawpye Temple (which on the face of it looked to be one of the oldest & most beautiful we had seen but photos were banned) and the Sulemani Temple all before lunchtime. We loved ragging those little E-bikes through the fields and wanted so badly to stay longer but our 3 weeks in Myanmar just isn’t enough and time was pressing us to move onto our next destination, Mandalay. We dropped off Zar Zar and said our goodbyes but he and his Father insisted on escorting us home, so they drove with us back to our hotel where we got our bus. The bus to Mandalay was a relatively painless 6 hours and we got dropped off right outside our hotel – Venus Hotel. Another questionable hotel but after the last few days we were so knackered we didn’t care! On our first day we got bike taxi’s out to Mandalay Hill and agreed we would climb rather than drive to the top! Yet again I got the shit helmet which when I took it off and placed it on the bike seat, rolled off and straight under the wheels of a bus and literally exploded! The taxi driver was not happy but I was just glad my head wasn’t in it!!! We started our climb up to the top of the hill in the ridiculous heat and each time we thought we were at the top, there were yet more stairs! The signs kept saying “Summit – This Way” when what they should have said was “LOL – you’re not even close yet!!” 😩 After considerably longer than we anticipated we reached the top and the views over the Ayrewaddy River were worth the climb but after a lot of travelling over the past few days we were exhausted. We started the walk back down and decided to visit Kuthodaw Pagoda. A series of 1774 individual white pagodas, each containing 1 marble slab engraved with the teachings of Buddha, thus making it the largest book in the world. I do love a good book! 😍Day 2 in Mandalay turned out to be pretty intense. We met a guy in the street (yes, it is as dodgy as it sounds) named Win Win who offered to take us on a tour of the city on his bike for the day. For some reason, we agreed to go along for the day, 3 up on a bike to go and see the sights.  It was a great day and we ticked loads off the list – Mahamuni Buddha Temple: seeing the 1200 monks collecting their meal for the day at the Mahaganhayon Monastery:  Lay Htat Gyi, built by King Nyaung Yan in A.D 963:  Daw Gyap Pagoda Complex:  Tawagu Pagoda:  U Min Thonze Cave Pagoda in Sagaing comprising of 45 Buddha images in a crescent-shaped colonnade carved into the hillsideand finishing off our day wandering across the world famous U Bein Bridge, the longest and oldest teak wood bridge in the world: We arrived back at our hostel at around 6pm with very numb bums and generally pretty knackered from being crushed on a bike all day! Anyone would think the sensible thing to do is get a good night sleep and start again tomorrow on the next adventure. Nope – not us! We set our alarms for 2am so that we could get up and walk to Mandalay Train Station to get our 4am train to Hsipaw. Wandering the streets of Mandalay at 3am with your backpacks on is probably not all that advisable. We boarded our train in plenty of time and got comfy in our upper class carriage. We decided to splash out on this train journey and go for upper class as we would be on the train for a good 12 hours! We spent all of 3500kyats each on our tickets which equates to less than £2. If only all epic train journeys were this cheap! Our train left the station at 4am on the dot and we gently chugged out of Mandalay with the trains horn screaming every few seconds! We carved our way through the beautiful countryside being somewhat flung around by the extremely rocky journey. We made a few stops along the way, got lunch delivered through the window at Pyin Oo Lwin and made our way to the journey highlight, the Goktiek Viaduct. I had tried my hardest to smile sweetly at the driver and see if I could get a ride up front but a load of locals had already beaten me to it so I had to stay out. When we arrived in Hsipaw we had the luxury of a free transfer to our hotel, Mr Charles Hotel. From here we would pick up the first of our 2 treks. We left early in the morning walking directly from our hostel out through the rice paddies, vegetable farms, fields and villages. This particular trek was mostly uphill on the first day then back down again on the second day. Our lunch stop after a pretty tough climb gave us the most beautiful views. As we sat admiring the view and eating tea leaf salad, a local kid came absolutely flying down the hill on his motorbike, skidded into a fairly dangerous U-turn and came back up the hill whilst all the other locals laughed hysterically. It turns out he had no brakes on his bike and this was the only way he could actually stop his bike when going down hill. After 8 hours and 20km we finally arrived at our beautiful home-stay for the night in a fairly large, remote village.  We had bucket showers then set off around to the village to meet some of the locals.  We had a delicious dinner, a few beers and a really lovely evening, all in preparation for another day of trekking tomorrow.  We set off early on a mostly downhill trek back to Hsipaw.  We picked up a few stragglers along the way but no one minded – i wanted to take him home with us.  We finished up at the beautiful Nam Hu Nwe Waterfall where we had lunch of sticky noodle soup  and what are essentially pork scratchings.  I was not put off my lunch, despite being nominated to climb the waterfall for the sole purpose of taking a “full monty” photo of the boys.  Sorry ladies – it was a Polaroid so i have no evidence of it, unless of course the boys decide to share!  We got back to our hostel with enough time for a quick shower before hopping on a bus to Kalaw – our next trekking destination.  We arrived in Kalaw at 2am yet again in the pouring rain and got totally ripped off by a taxi driver to our hotel.  We checked in and went straight to bed with every intention of getting up in the morning to start our second 2 day trek.  When our alarms went off at 7:30, Ceri and I both rolled over, took one look at eachother and went back to sleep.  Trekking could wait for another day!  We eventually got up and ventured out for lunch, following the ever terrible “MapsMe.”  Thanks to that shockingly shite app, we ended up accidentally wandering into a bloody Army barracks.  Only us.  As we tried to make our retreat a very nice Army man came out, thankfully he was laughing at us.  We apologised and told him we were leaving, having got lost on our way to lunch.  He told us he knew a shortcut and before we knew it we were climbing through a hedge onto a back road and on to the restaurant.  Probably the worlds least secure Army base i have ever encountered.  We had a delicious lunch at New Simple Life restaurant – I would high recommend, even if it is Western food.  The following morning we set of on our second trek with Uncle Sam’s Treks from Kalaw to Inle Lake. Another 2 days. Another 35km.  Although this one was meant to be flat and relatively easy.  They lied.  It was not flat.  Not even close.  It was just Ceri and I on this trek with our lovely guide Zan.  We were admittedly a little disappointed at first as we wouldn’t get to meet any fun people but actually it turned out to be amazing.  We wandered through rice paddies, vegetable fields and villages, only this time, because there was only 2 of us, we could get stuck in.  We met a lovely old lady with her grand daughter, harvesting mountain rice in the fields.  We got invovled and helped her to harvest the rice plants, clean them all up and pack them into bundles, ready for planting in the rice paddies where they would stay for the next 4 months.  She was 60 years old and absolutely beautiful in her traditional Shan headdress.  Although she spoke no English and we spoke no Burmese, we had a wonderful experience with her – even if she did have to re-do all the cleaning and bundling we had attempted to do.  We carried on walking and came across another group of women, this time knee deep in a paddy field.  They waved and laughed with us as we walked past and gestured for us to come and help them.  They thought it was beyond hilarious that we actually did go an help.  Trousers rolled up, Ceri and I both jumped into the rice paddy game to give it a go.  they can plant a row of 10 rice plants in just a few seconds.  “Easy” we thought.  Wrong. The speed and precision with which they plant rice was impossible to replicate and yet again, they had to redo all the rows we had attempted to plant because there was either not enough rice or it was planted too close together, or too far apart.  I think i shall strike “rice farmer” off my resume.  We carried on walking until we encountered a very aggressive cow who was determined not to let us pass.  This meant we had to climb the rice paddy walls to get away from him and this is where it all went wrong.  I fell off a wall face first into a tomato field, which for anyone who knows me knows that is my worst nightmare.  I bloody hate tomatoes.  Ceri fell off a paddy wall into the actual paddy field and was absolutely soaked.  At first i had a real sense of humour failure but then we literally could not stop laughing.  Poor Zan must have thought we were insane.  We eventually arrived at our home-stay after many detours, had a very public bucket shower and the most delicious dinner, cooked for us by our very own master chef – Zan.  Our dinner consisted of chicken curry, cucumber salad (the most delicious i have ever eaten), okra, stir fried kale, green beans and chips!! Yes – chips – like, actual chip shop chips!  We were so happy!!  As we finished dinner and sat back to relax, we both looked up at the sky and had the same reaction at exactly the same time.  I’m starting to think we are morphing into the same person.  The stars were some of the most incredible I have ever seen.  They even rivalled Port Barton.  As we stepped towards the trees to get away from the lights of the house, we were treated to stars of a different kind – glow worms.  Tiny little green flashing lights floating around in the trees like real life fairies.  It was magic.  I was so content going to bed that night, despite the fact that i was sleeping less than 10 feet away from a 1 tonne buffalo and 2 cows which stank to high heaven.  Yes, we were sleeping in a barn, but I literally didn’t care!  We had another early start in the morning to be at the boat station in time for our rice across Inle Lake.  More rice paddies, more incredible mountain views, more beautiful local people, learning to blow bubbles from the stem of a jojoba plant, seeing a beautiful little water snake in one of the rice paddies and the re-introduction of our favourite game – “Guess the Card.”  Ceri nailed it.  That’s 1 all now! ​

​After about 15km, we stopped at a rest stop for a snack and some green tea.  There was a group of Burmese lads sat next to us who appeared to be in some sort of band.  They had a guitar and an incredible collection of voices between them.  One of the “band members” was an ex professional footballer for Myanmar and another a local tattoo artist.  It was so nice to sit and listen to them sing while the torrential rain drifted towards us. ​

​ We had to sacrifice the last leg of our trek in the name of safety as the rain had made the tracks too dangerous, so we paid 1000kyats each and piled into the back of a pick up truck to take us down the rest of the mountain.  We had a delicious lunch and then hopped in our small wooden boat to take us almost the entire length (South to North) of the exceptionally beautiful Inle Lake.    We checked into our hostel, Ostello Bello and headed out to a highly recommended spot for dinner – Innlay Hut.  The owner is Eminem’s biggest fan (bigger fan than Stan.)  The walls are decorated with Eminem related pictures and quotes, his music blares out across the restaurant and the owner tries his hardest to emulate him in every way.  The curry they serve is also incredible which is a double bonus!!  Our final full day in Myanmar we hopped back in a boat for a tour of Inle Lake and some of its offerings.  We didnt get as far as we hoped, but we were able to see local cigar making, longyis being made on a loom, scarves being made from lotus fibres.  I really wanted to buy you one Toria, being that it was made from lotus flowers, but at 190USD for a tiny scarf it was a bit out of my price range.  You got another present though so all is not lost.  The reason the lotus items are so expensive is because the fibres have to be harvested by hand.  One lady sits with the stems, cutting them into inch long pieces.  As she pulls the pieces apart, the fibres stretch out between the 2 pieces and she rolls this fibre into a fine twine.  She then rolls this together onto a long spindle which is then used to weave the fabric together.  ​

​The final piece is not even all that pretty, somewhat resembling burlap cloth.  During our ride home across the lake we were able to see the famous Inle Lake fishermen and their unique way of fishing.  They paddle the boat oars with their feet, whilst standing up and tending to the nets with their hands.  I wouldn’t even be able to stand up on the back of one of those boats, let alone on one foot, paddling with the other and fishing with my hands.  It really is a sight to see.

Sadly for us, Inle Lake was our final stop on our Burmese adventure and what an adventure it has been.  We have been blessed with so many incredible experiences and memories and I’m so glad we got to visit this beautiful country before it becomes too “touristy” and spoilt.  The Burmese people are some of the most kind, beautiful and generous people I have ever had the pleasure of spending time with and if anyone is thinking about going to Myanmar, please please do.  It has been an absolute gem in my grand adventure.

Whiskey, Greek Gods, Waterfalls and Gibbons.

“Get the bus from Hanoi to Laos” they said. “It’s easy” they said. Clearly “they” have never spent 23 hours on a bus. 

We said a sad goodbye to our very favourite hostel, Vietnam Backpackers – Downtown after an incredible 6 weeks in Vietnam. After the first 2 weeks there chewed me up and spat me out I didn’t think I had it in me to carry on in Vietnam but I am SO glad I did. The man from the bus company came to our hostel to pick us up to take us to the bus station and he threw my bag on the back of his bike in the pouring rain and off he went – we just had to trot behind him in the hope that we didn’t lose him or my bag.

We boarded our bus and picked our “beds” – bottom level and right at the back. We figured it was our safest bet! We were wrong – again. Our first stop, about an hour into the journey, was a small service station in the middle of no where. Whilst we were in the toilets which I can only describe as looking like something from a concentration camp, approximately 2,000 pairs of trousers were thrown in through the back window of the bus.  Floor to ceiling trousers.  Every slightest tap on the brakes and we would be showered in trousers! It was funny at first but quickly got tiresome – as did the whole bus journey. Multiple stop offs with a driver who insisted on waking us up each time and kicking us off the bus. Despite the fact that it was a sleeper bus he was very much of the opinion that “if I don’t sleep, you don’t sleep.” At around 5am I was woken up to be told we were at the border, which doesn’t open until 7am and we have to get off the bus and wait. Excellent. With absolutely no guidance whatsoever and in the middle of nowhere, we just had to wing it. When they opened the “border” – literally a barrier attached to a sandbag, we walked across to the first office to get our Vietnam Exit stamp. The cheek of it was that you had to pay $1 just for the stamp, and if you refused to pay it, which Ceri tried, they just smugly hand back your passport without said exit stamp. Dollars paid and exit stamps received, we started walking in the only direction available and I can honestly say it was one of the most bizarre experiences of my life. If there were a way to depict “no mans land” this would be it – it was like something out of an apocalypse film.   The winding mountain road was crumbling away, dilapidated old buildings lay at the side of the road, grand but seemingly abandoned and no sign of anyone. 

We walked for about 20 minutes before crossing a small road bridge and finally being able to see the next part of our border crossing – the Laos Immigration office. Feeling thankful that we had survived the apocalyptic walk we headed in and handed over our passports. Despite the sign on the wall detailing the “fixed” prices for Visa on entry, we were charged extra because it was a weekend, and no one likes to work on a weekend right? After about another 30 minute wait, we were handed back our passports with our shiny new visa and it was time to get back on the hellish bus for the second half of our journey. Yep – still only half way! 🤦🏽‍♀️ The second half was actually relatively painless and after multiple naps and 2 whole packets of Oreos, we arrived in Vientiane. We shared a taxi to our hostel which we had not booked so just had to hope for the best. We bargained the guy down for a private room and ended up with 3 of us in a double room as it was all they had left. I’m hindsight I wish we had gone else where as the rest of the evening felt just like being back at work! The couple in the room next to us had a huge domestic which we had to intervene on, made all the more difficult by the fact that he was German, she was Thai and both of them were deaf. It was such a sad situation and try as we might to keep her safe, she ended up going back to the man who just a few hours ago had had his hands round her throat. Her husband of just 2 weeks. Needless to say I didn’t sleep that night! Always the shit-magnet! 🙋🏽

Starting afresh the next morning, Ceri and I hired bikes of the pedal variety to take a little trip round the city and get some much needed exercise after so long on the bus. Our first stop was Pha That Luang – believe to date from the 3rd Century and one of the biggest & most important Buddhist stupas in Laos. 

It was so beautiful & peaceful to wander around – I could have spent all day there. That’s if I hadn’t spent all my money on releasing birds from cages. Apparently it’s meant to be good luck to release the birds and watch them fly away. This is a very popular tradition in Asia and you see it at a lot of temples, so I’m told. We ended up feeling so bad for these tiny sparrow like birds crammed into bamboo cages, we spent the equivalent of about £20 to release them all. We bought 10 cages, each with between 5 & 10 birds crushed into them. We set them all free – all except one which was so poorly already that he didn’t make it – despite our best efforts.  I’m aware that it’s all a huge scam and all the birds will likely be recaptured and be back on sale from their tiny cages tomorrow, but for that evening at least, they could be free! ​

After a delicious pad Thai lunch we headed to our next destination – Sisaket Temple. Famous in Vientiane for housing over 6800 buddhas, Wat Sisaket dates back to around 1818. This place has an even more special place in my heart as I was here when I found out that I had a brand new nephew! 💙 We wandered around the grounds of the temple and I bought a bracelet from a monk for my brand new nephew Lucas. 

Templed out for the day we cycled back to our hostel in the hope of a better night than last night. It was here that we had our first introduction to Dark Beer Laos – the only beer I have ever actually enjoyed drinking – even since travelling. We also had our first introduction to a real life God (and his 2 friends). We drank in the hostel with Zeus (yes his name suits…) Danny & Ryan and it got very messy very quickly. We were just getting ready to leave and I went to get my flip flops off the shoe rack only to find some thieving b**tard had helped themselves! Less than impressed but in true British style, I left a very passive aggressive note on the shoe rack demanding the return of my beloved Havaiannas!  Before we knew it we had got a tuktuk and I had my first experience of a Laos night club – and what an experience it was. All was going well until my “techno techno” arm went a little too far and I sliced my arm open on a broken bottle that someone had so kindly left on the table. Patched up by the barman and another drink in hand, I was right as rain again! Never before in my life have I been as accident-prone as I am on this trip – and little did I know it was only set to get worse! Standby for that story. For reasons which remain unknown, we decided to walk back to our hostel, at 3am – arguing about which way was the right way to go! Somehow we made it back in one piece! ​

​The following morning was a struggle, only made worse by the fact that we had to get a bus to Vang Vieng that afternoon! Bags packed again and flip flops miraculously located about 10 minutes before we were due to leave, we boarded our bus to Vang Vieng! The bus journey was beyond terrifying! Overtaking 4 petrol tankers in one go, on a bend, whilst all 4 drivers of said petrol tankers casually smoked out of the drivers windows. Safety first and all that! After about 3 hours and 827474937374 near misses along the way we arrived in the stunningly beautiful Vang Vieng, surrounded by lush green rice paddies and beautiful mountains. We checked into our hostel, Real Backpackers 2, and headed out for dinner. Not content on a quiet evening, we returned to our hostel to more drama! We walked into our room to find all my stuff thrown all over the room, my bags dumped on the floor and food scattered everywhere.  The person who was in my bed before me had failed to check out and also failed to read the note that management had left on his bed informing him that he had to either check out altogether or move rooms.  He had also clearly done this to all my stuff. I was livid but in his absence had no choice but to just inform reception and wait. I went back up to the room to find the ever so charming (note the sarcasm) Pablo sitting on my bed. When I confronted him about his total and utter disrespect for my belongings and hostel etiquette in general, I was met with a tirade of abuse from him – lovely. Thankfully, just as he was squaring up to me (see – shit magnet!!) the manager stepped in and unceremoniously booted him out of the room! I was smug that I had won that tiny victory but also still slightly terrified by Pablo – and rightly so. I took a couple of sleeping tablets and went to bed thinking nothing more of it. At around 3am, the door to our room swung open and a vaguely remember waking up, hearing Ceri say my name and seeing a figure standing in the doorway – that figure was Pablo. We both thought that be had come back to murder us in our sleep. Turns out Pablo had been arrested that night and the police were escorting him to his hostel to collect his passport and he had gone to the wrong room. The police apologised and left with him! Ha! Couldn’t have happened to a nicer bloke! Hope you enjoyed your night in the cell Pablo!! Douchebag! 😒

The following day we spent wandering around town, getting our bearings, eating and generally being lazy again! We went out for dinner and a few drinks, and somehow ended up staggering home at 3am with pad Thai. I blame the Canadians….again…and the Russian! Oh – and the free whiskey. All the free whiskey. In Vang Vieng, happy hour means free whiskey. They line them up along the bar and you choose coke or sprite. When one happy hour runs out, you can move to the next bar for their happy hour. Absolute carnage. Especially since the whiskey is probably not even whiskey – you can buy a litre in the shop for 10,000kip which is less than a quid. 

One bars tag line is “Drink Triple, See Double, Act Single.” That pretty much sums up Vang Vieng. That and this photo of pad Thai….

Not content with just one blinding night out in Vang Vieng, the following day we took on the infamous Laos Tubing.  The 27 bars along the river were shut down a few years ago due to the alarming average of 2 backpackers a week that were dying during this particular “bar crawl.”  Luckily (or unluckily) for us, a few weeks before we arrive they opened up a few new bars, now totalling 7 along the Nam Song River. All still shockingly hungover from the night before, we headed out around mid day to sign our lives away for a day of tubing. We had a beer each for hair of the dog purposes only, then bought a bottle of 95p Laos “whiskey” to take with us. We were each given a number on our hands in permanent marker in case we were dragged out of the river is goodness only knows what state, handed a rubber ring and quite literally sent off down the river. It didn’t take long for us to arrive at our first bar. About 30 seconds in fact! Someone stands on the riverbank with a bottle of water attached to a rope which they throw out to you so you can pull yourself in! Once safely ashore again we were plied with more free whiskey and commenced the most intense game of flip cup I’ve ever seen! The first bars was one of the best! Ace music, games and we were lucky to have a great bunch of people! 

We floated down the river, stopping at various different bars for about 6 hours! The jello syringe shots seemed to tip me over the edge and before I knew it I was stomping around in the mud wearing a Vietnamese rice paper hat, someone else’s size 12 flip flops and then spectacularly stacked it up some steps, snapping back all of my fingers and being in an exceptional amount of pain. With no other choice but to carry on because I had to tube to the pick up point, I got a bag of ice and another drink and carried on. I even managed a pretty shoddy game of one handed netball! 

After a solid 7 hours of tubing and drinking, Mother Nature decided enough was enough as we got caught in a huge electrical storm. Just what you want when you are floating down a river in a giant rubber ring! In our haste to get out of the river and not lose each other, we got stuck in a bridge. It could only happen to us. Holding onto whatever limbs we could, we managed to manoeuvre ourselves around the bridge, laughing hysterically all the while, yet still being terrified we would die in the storm. When we got out of the river we were met by a very stern looking taxi driver. It was like pretending to your Dad the you’re totally sober when you clearly are battered. Although we were meant to be picked up, the taxi driver refused to take anyone back to the office until we had all paid. We all tried to stick together in saying that we shouldn’t have to pay but yet again, we lost. The driver just sat patiently and waited until we paid, which he clearly knew we would. Tubes returned, we staggered home, showered and climbed into bed. There was absolutely no way I could face going out that night. It was 8:30pm. I slept until 9am the next morning!! 

Suitably refreshed and surprisingly not hungover, we decided on adventure day, even though my hand felt very much broken. I couldn’t hire a bike as it was my right hand so I wouldn’t be able to ride. Instead, we hired one between us and Ceri was my chauffeur for the day. We drove around the town and headed out through the countryside to the Blue Lagoon

The drive was a little (OK – a LOT) treacherous – unpaved roads, crumbling bridges, zebra mosquitos and no real idea where we were actually going!! We survived the day with only one (very) near miss on the way home but Ceri totally bossed the bike!

We ventured back for our final night in Vang Vieng and to pack up for our early morning bus to Luang Prabang in the morning. Our bus was as eventful as ever – excessive speeding, mortifying overtakes, actual craters in the road causing the driver to have to stop, get out, brick up the wheels so we don’t roll off the mountain and try to assess whether or not the minibus would/could make it through. After about 10 minutes of looking into said crater with a serious lack of confidence, our driver got back in the van and proceeded to floor it right through the middle of it. Not even so much as an attempt to drive round it! How we didn’t die I’ll never know. We carried on up through the mountains and came to a very steep, very blind bend in the road where a few cars were stopped and people we standing around. We were forced to sit and watch a small pick up truck attempt to manoeuvre around the particular bend in the road – very unsuccessfully. Each time we thought he had it, the truck would start to slide backwards & sideways. Any way but up. At this point, Ceri and I were ready to walk the rest of the way. Our travelling motto kicked in hard – “No one dies today!” Only we couldn’t get out of the van. Our driver again put his foot down and gunned it. I closed my eyes and hoped for the best. Feeling more like the worlds unsafest rollercoaster, we somehow made it up the mountain pass and survived the rest of our trip to Luang Prabang. We were staying at the beautiful Sa Sa Lao Hostel – just a little outside of town and right on the river. It was one of the prettiest hostels I’ve ever stayed in. 

We spent our first evening wandering around the town, scouting through the extensive night market and had one of THE worst Mexican dinners I’ve ever had the misfortune of eating. The restaurant owner, a middle aged Aussie woman, promised us it was the only Mexican in Laos and was the best. She was also absolutely hammered – could barely stand up or string a sentence together, let alone look after her 2 poor children who were running riot in the restaurant, drawing all over the floors and walls with sharpie markers. I spent most of the next day in bed feeling ropey as anything – probably a combination of the last few days in Vang Vieng catching up with me and the dreadful Mexican. I did however make it out of the hostel for a sunset river cruise along the Mekong – totally worth getting out of bed for. Sipping mojitos as the sun goes down was bliss. 

The following day we set out on an adventure of our own in an attempt to find a temple in a cave we had read about somewhere online. We walked down the the river and ended up getting on the vehicle ferry which the locals though was beyond hilarious! Stupid foreigners! But for about 40p, we thought why not! Once on the other side of the river we walked for an hour or so through a beautiful village, stopped at a temple along the way and saw families preparing for what looked like it was going to be a big party later. We eventually found some monks at a beautiful temple complex in the trees and they vaguely pointed us in some direction “over there” as if we were completely bonkers. We definitely felt like it at this point. As we carried on walking “over there” we found a very steep flight of stone steps with a sign written in Laos and an arrow pointing up – next to something we didn’t want to see – 1.5km. Up. It was 35degrees already and we had less than zero desire to walk 1.5km up steps to see a cave temple that we weren’t even sure if it existed or not. Skipping the steps we carried on walking and got to a total dead end. We had no choice – back to the dreaded steps it was. We started climbing the #bigsteps only to discover that there was about 40 of them which took us directly to the cave entrance. No 1.5km climb for us today – winning! As we stepped down into the cave we realised we may still have made a big mistake. Absolute pitch blackness. The lights on our phones did absolutely bugger all! We powered through and carried on down into the cave, and then I got the fear. The fear that we would get lost, or the monks would close and lock the gate, or Gollum was gonna come out of a hole in the rock. 20 minutes in the blackness was enough for me and we beat a hasty retreat! On the way back we met some gorgeous local kids who we hung out with for a while and gave them pens. All they wanted from us was pens and to play with Snapchat filters! 💙

Our next adventure day is one I’ve really been looking forward to since I started planning this trip. Kuang Si Falls, a vivid turquoise, multi-tier waterfall tucked away in the rainforest 30km from Luang Prabang and also home to one of Laos’ biggest Moon Bear Rescue Centres. You walk through the sanctuary which is home to around 43 bears which have been rescued from the bear bile industry and illegal pet trade. The sanctuary is small and gets no income from the entry fee to the waterfall so they do the best they can with donations received! When I finally managed to peel myself away from watching the bears we walked up to the base of the falls. Several pools have formed at the bottom with the most beautiful turquoise green water, full of tiny “pedicure spa” fish. You can swim in a handful of the pools but we chose to keep walking to the main falls and they did not disappoint. I’ve seen some pretty spectacular waterfalls on this trip but Kuang Si really is something else. Surrounded by lush rainforest but sadly a few too many tourists to make it really perfect.We hiked up the side of the waterfall to the very top where they have a viewing platform. Despite our best efforts we were unable to find the mysterious “secret pool” we had read about. Some say it’s there, some say it doesn’t exist! One of the guides we tracked down gave us a very cheeky smile when we asked him but then told us it didn’t exist! I’m still unconvinced. Our climb back down was somewhat interesting as we had ventured very much off the beaten track but miraculously I made it without tripping, falling or otherwise injuring myself. I took a quick dip in one of the pools at the bottom of the falls but got way too freaked out by all the fish trying to eat me! Not cool! Once back safely in town we went out for a few drinks and dinner with some people we had met on our hostel. Luang Prabang pretty much shuts down altogether at 11pm to preserve the tradition of the early morning procession of monks to collect their food. That is except for the bowling alley on the outskirts of town. We got a tuktuk out there, got our lane and played 2 exceptionally competitive games of bowling. It would have only been one but I won the first game and it made the boys almost cry so they demanded a rematch. I have in and came 3rd in the second game but it was still worth it to see their devastation at being beaten by a girl first time round! 

The following morning we got up super early to go and see the monks during their “alms giving ceremony.” Although this happens everywhere, Luang Prabang is especially famous for this due to the number of monks involved – over 200 leave their temples each morning to collect their offerings of food for their one meal a day! It’s a beautiful sight to see and one of the most sacred in all of Laos and yet you still see people out with their bloody selfie sticks disturbing their meditation! 😤 Our final afternoon we spent visiting the UXO Laos Museum which aims to raise awareness around UXO – Unexploded Ordinance – all over Laos as a result of the war.  The stats in the picture give you an idea of the sheer scale of this problem and the devestation  it causes to families throughout the country. When we left Luang Prabang we decided to take the “long way round” to get to our next adventure. We boarded the slow boat in Luang Prabang which would take us 2 days along the Mekong River to Houay Xai, a small town on the Thai/Laos Border. The boat journey was beautiful – apart from my little accident. Yes – another one. We were sat at a table with 2 Canadian guys and both Ceri & I had “window”  seats. A few hours into the journey I was desperate for a wee but the guy next to me was asleep.  Having a little too much faith in my own abilities, I put one hand behind him on the back of the seat and one hand on the table in an attempt to step over his lap! As I stepped, he moved and his headphone cable caught my leg. What happened next was all over in a split second but played out in total slow motion. As my foot got caught, I panicked, accidentally stamped in his crotch, then realising what I had down tried to support my own weight on my hands again, thus tipping myself straight over him and falling face first on the floor in front of a boat load of people. Mortifying! Thankfully he found it funny and I hadn’t actually hurt him. Also thankfully I fell into the boat rather than out! 🤦🏽‍♀️

The boat journey continued with no further mishaps and we arrived at our half way point and overnight stay at Pak Beng. We stayed in a small guesthouse and had a delicious Indian meal! The following morning we left for another full day on the boat to Houay Xai – home of The Gibbon Experience and our final Laotian adventure.

We went to the office to drop off our bags and sign our lives away (quite literally) before doing a spot of last minute shopping for more bug spray and leech socks. We left town at around 8am and drove for about 2 hours out to the rainforest and the start of our big adventure. We trekked through rice fields and into the beautiful rainforest to our first stop in the village where we picked up our harnesses. We were shown the map of where our adventure would take us then we set off again to our treehouse. Yes. For the next 3 days and 2 nights I would be living in a tree house and ziplining through the canopy of a rainforest. 

Our guides, Vuong and Yia were amazing. Their knowledge of the rainforest and all its inhabitants was second to none. They could tell us what plants could help with various different ailments, knew how to get rid of leeches, pointed out termite superhighways and lots of other cool rainforest tricks. We ziplined around for a few hours to get used to the harnesses then made our way to our tree house late afternoon. ​

Our tree house was spectacular. The view even more so. We ziplined into the tree house which is built on 3 levels, 150m up a tree. Within about 20 minutes of arriving the gibbons made their first appearance. I cried. ​

We sat for hours just watching and listening, totally amazed that we were lucky enough to see the gibbons in their wild habitat. We are incredible food, had a few beers and played games with our guides. I was sleeping in the “penthouse” all to myself which was incredible, until the a massive storm hit and I got absolutely soaked in my bed. Less than ideal but I still didn’t actually really care! I was living in a treehouse – like, a childhood dream of mine!! We spent the next 2 days ziplining and trekking around the rainforest along 15km of wire and even further on foot. 

After an incredible whistle stop 3 weeks in this beautiful country we were sad to leave, as always. Laos had way more to offer than I ever expected but I was also excited to move onto my next stop, Thailand! 


Disclaimer: After spending approximately six days on and off writing this latest (and very far behind) blog post, my delightful phone decided to erase the entire thing about 5 minutes before I was ready to publish it.  I think it was my best one yet so I’m really disappointed but here is my attempt at re-writing it! Hope you enjoy – sorry if it’s lazy! I’m over it….

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So the time had finally come for me to leave Hoi An and continue my trip north, flying solo again.  My next stop along the way was Hué and there is only one way to get from Hoi An to Hué properly and that is by motorbike.  Given my dramatically increased tendency for stupid accidents on this trip (and lack of ability to actually ride a motorbike), I decided against hiring my own bike to ride on a long, winding, remote mountain road by myself.  This is where I met Tué, my easy rider and all round legend.  He picked me up from my hostel and simply laughed at my enormous backpack.  I was worried for a split second that it wouldn’t fit on the bike with me as well, then I remembered that the Vietnamese have an unfathomable ability to cram obscene amounts of people and things onto 1 motorbike.  We left Hoi An early in the morning and made for our first stop along the way just outside Da Nang – Marble Mountain.    A beautiful mountain with lots of temples and caves and even more steps.  It is surrounded by shops selling huge marble statues although I’m told the marble is actually imported from China.

After an hour or so wandering around the mountain top and clambering through a few caves, we got back on the wrong side of the road to drive out of Da Nang as today just so happened to be the day half the road was closed for an Iron Man Race.  I was hot on the back of a motorbike yet these people were voluntarily running, biking and swimming in this ridiculous heat.  I became a one woman cheerleading squad on the back of the bike, shouting out for people as we drove past.  They must have thought I was completely bonkers!

Our next stop was a tiny temple on the beach, built in on an old fishing boat.  It is customary for the fishermen to come here each morning to pray and make offerings before heading out on the water for the day.  It was really beautiful and quite quirky too! 

 We left behind the temple to embark on the part of this journey that I was most excited about – The Hái Vân Pass. Made famous by the Top Gear Vietnam Special, this incredible stretch of road is one not to be missed.  Although relatively short compared to what I was expecting, the views and the road itself did not disappoint. Steep hills, hairpin bends and views to die for, literally and metaphorically if you’re not careful. Each time we stopped and locals would ask where I  was from, their response would be “Ahh – Top Gear!” 

Once we made it safely out of the Hái Vân Pass, Tué drove us to a beautiful lagoon with a perfect strip of sand against a mountain backdrop! Tué insisted on a selfie with “his queen” as he had been referring to me as all day!! I could get used to this! 😂 

Picture taking complete, out next stop was lunch – a local variation of Pho – which set me back all of 85p for both of us! 

We carried on our journey through a small fishing village and my chariot dropped me right to the door of my new hostel, The Lantern House Hotel in the ancient city of Hué. I wrote off the rest of the evening in preparation for adventures tomorrow at the now infamous “abandoned water park.” 

Shortly after (a really delicious) lunch I hopped on a bike and headed out to the waterpark.  I ended up getting ever so slightly lost and going in a side entrance but it actually worked in my favour as I managed to get in without having to pay! The water park is sat on the outskirts of town and around a beautiful lake.  It was somewhat eerie walking around the place as there were very few people there save for a bride and her photographer having wedding pictures taken and a few locals! The main attraction is the water dragon, out in the middle of the lake, housing a viewing platform at the top in the dragons mouth and an aquarium underneath. The aquarium has been smashed to pieces and now resembles what can only be described as a room full of broken coffins – it looks so creepy as it was so dark in there even though you can’t see it in the picture.  The only bits of glass that remained in tact was the aquarium tunnel where the fish would obviously swim over the top of you. In tact even though someone has clearly tried very hard to smash it as it is full of bullet holes!! 

Next we found the water slides and the kids pool – surrounded by a now entirely black lazy river rumoured to have crocodiles in it but we didn’t see any… The slides were somewhat questionable but I hoped for the best as I walked all the way down them anyway! 

Suitably creeped out, I headed back into town and treated myself to some of the best Mexican food I have had! Random but totally worth it! 

The following day (OK, afternoon) I dedicated to culture and headed over to the Imperial City, on the banks of The Perfume River.  It was the former imperial city of Vietnam and is now a UNESCO World Heritage Site.

I left that afternoon in the bus to Phong Na for some caving adventures! I got off the bus around 11pm and got straight into bed in my clothes to avoid being that dorm room douchebag as everyone else was already asleep! I had grand plans to do absolutely nothing tomorrow apart from chill out and make some plans for the following days! 

Whilst sat having breakfast I bumped into some people I had met back in Nha Trang and they were heading out to Phong Nha Caves in a boat. FOMO kicked in and within 20 minutes I was showered and ready to go.  We cruised down the river and into the cave itself and after about 30 mins we were kicked out of the boat to have a wander round. It was very beautiful but had absolutely nothing on tomorrows adventure! 

The following day we headed out into the Phong Nha Ke Bang National Park to check out the infamous Paradise Cave & Dark Cave. 

Paradise Cave was our first stop after a steep climb up some 300 odd steps. The cave is named so not only because it is so beautiful but because of the constant cool air that comes from it – like natures air conditioning and just what you need after that climb. Sadly I have no photos on my phone from inside the cave but suffice to say it was very beautiful. Our next stop for the day was Dark Cave. The name is as it says on the tin. Very dark, a lot less pretty and full of mud – which is great one one thing – mud baths! We kitted up and ziplined over the lake to get to the cave entrance. A short swim and a fairly dangerous climb over some rocks we arrived at the mud bath! One of the strangest and best experiences ever. As you step down into the water, your feet sink into the mud a good 12 inches and as soon as you let your body weight go, the water floats you up as if you were in the Dead Sea – and you have zero control over it! My new cave companion Ceri & I made sculptures in the walls and got suitably covered from head to toe in mud! On our way out of the cave, we slid down a mud slide and into the “clean” water to rinse off! We then had a kayak to get us back to the water park on the lake where we could zipline into the lake and various other things! 

After a good bucket shower we had a few runs and headed back to our hostel as I was leaving tonight! Ceri and I went for some delicious pizzas and beer before my night bus to Tam Coc.  I was dropped off by the bus at 4am in middle of nowhere and had to find my way to my hostel with no real idea where I was going as it was pitch dark, and i am still lugging round my excessively large backpack.  I walked down a long dark path to my hostel and arrived to find the owner sleeping outside awaiting my arrival.  I dived into bed as I had every intention of getting up at early to do the boat tour I had specifically come to do.  When my alarm went off at 8am, I was met with torrential rain.  Realising today was now a total write off, I switched off my alarm and allowed myself the day to do nothing.  Cabin fever soon set in so I ventured out to buy bus tickets for the morning and realised I lived in actual paradise. 

A lot of hostels in Vietnam offer a “Family Dinner” and although it was expensive I decided to get on board.  For 100,000VND i had more food than I could ever possibly eat and the owner kept insisting on us drinking his entire supply of “happy water” – AKA rice wine.  That stuff has a kick.  Feeling more drunk that I should be i took myself off to bed where i had a fight with the stupid woman in my room who refused to have the air con on despite the fact it was 12038345 degrees in there.  She slept with the remote under her pillow.  I wanted to punch her in her sleep but I resisted….

I left Tam Coc at 6am to head to our next island destination, Cat Ba, a small-ish island near Ha Long Bay.   We were on the bus for a couple of hours when we pulled over to the side of the road, each handed an envelope from the lady bus conductor and told to get off the bus.  We were in the middle of no where with no idea what was going on. I opened the envelop to discover it was full of cash and no explanation. Before I had time to question it further, a local bus pulled alongside us and we were unceremoniously dragged aboard the moving bus with our bags. The local bus drove us into Haiphong with several very near miss crashes where we were again dumped outside a cafe and told to wait for the next bus. No idea of how long or what bus it would be so we just had to wing it.  After multiple coffees, a bus pulled up and we got on hoping for the best. A ferry and another bus later we arrived in Cat Ba and checked into our hostel where we had treated ourselves to a private room with a queen size bed each. We changed and headed out for our first night in Cat Ba – little did we know what we were in for.  I had my first glass of wine in as long as I can remember at the Oasis Bar and then we moved onto to drinking rounds of 10 beers at a time 5,000VND each with the Canadian boys – who still have a lot to answer for….!  The first night ended in a lost pair of flip flops, lectures on littering in the sea (where said flip flops ended up), 1 failed skinny dipping attempt (because we couldn’t find the sea), a new Apple Music subscription thanks to my stolen fingerprint and a #bigstep.

The following morning I woke up with a blinding hangover and a missing pack of Oreos…  Ceri & I had a much needed beach day,  when we eventually found the beach about 15 minutes walk away from our hostel and no more than 5 minutes away from where we gave up looking last night.   Still failing to adult.  Lucky for us the beach was beautiful and pretty much empty.  For a lazy day at the beach it was eventful – Ceri punched a jellyfish and I shouted at a perv who was taking photos of Ceri on the beach.   We also tried unsuccessfully to rescue a dying frog we found.  After all that hard work, we walked back to our hostel to shower and reward ourselves with some more 5,000 VND beers.  The night ended in much the same state as the night before, only this time I was wearing my Hoi An special jumpsuit so required extensive assistance every time I needed a wee – less that ideal when ordering rounds of 10 drinks at a time…. 

Day 3 in Cat Ba was a total write off.  Lucky for us it was pouring with rain so we didn’t feel too guilty about staying in bed for most of the day, apart from venturing out once to eat carbonara.  A day indoors served us well as we had a long day the next day for our Ha Long Bay adventure.

We were picked up early in the morning and taken to our boat – The Red Coral.  We spent the morning cruising through Lan Ha Bay and stopped off in a quiet bay where we were turfed out in our kayaks to go exploring.  We kayaked around the bay, though the cave and out on the “open” ocean.  It was really beautiful and the views were incredible.  After lunch, Ceri and I spent an age jumping off the side of the boat whilst everyone else wandered around on the tiny beaches nearby.  Seems I have lost my ability for the perfect swan dive, but I’ll keep working on it.  We cruised around Ha Long Bay for the afternoon and visited the floating villages.  Our final stop for the day was Monkey Island, which as the name would suggest, has monkeys living there, although they appear to be horribly abused by ignorant tourists forcing them to drink beer out of cans and goodness only knows what else.  We did a spectacularly dangerous hike up to the highest point of the island  and the views were totally worth it.  Thankfully, no one died.  After another long day, we decided to treat ourselves the only way we know how – with our final night out in Cat Ba.  We ate, we drank, we got asked to be TV extras and said our final goodbyes to Oasis Bar.  Their takings will be significantly down now that both us and the Canadians have left.  Next stop – Hanoi

Another bus – ferry – bus combination and we arrived at our hostel in Hanoi – Downtown Vietnam Backpacker Hostel.  Probably one of the best hostels I’ve stayed in yet.  We ventured out for a coffee and ended up bumping into the Canadians (again) and going to get terrible and expensive massages together.  What followed was a surprisingly tame night, especially where this hostel is concerned.  I did, however, get another piercing, on a whim.  Sorry Mum!!

Our first day in Hanoi consisted of a slight detour to the Sheraton to collect my long awaited debit card and then trying to be cultural by going to the Hoa Lo Prison – known historically to be one of the biggest and highest security prisons in Indo-China. It was terrifying to walk through the cells and see where the prisoners were held, and also how they escaped through the sewage tunnels. 

History and culture done for the day, we headed back to the hostel for one of the infamous nights out….or in as it was for the most part. Covered in UV paint and glow stick necklaces we went hard on the happy hour espresso martinis and in true Johnson style we danced on the hostel bar.  This came in extra handy when the barman shouted “The floor is lava!!!” as we were already safe!  After being kicked out of the hostel, we ventured about 50 yards down the road to a club and things got messy in there too.  My Havaiannas broke (again) and I had to be carried home to the hostel because it was dirty outside and the floors were being cleaned inside. 

I woke up in the morning to find that Ceri had got married too – and I didn’t even get invited!!  #Bigstep without me Ceri – I’m disappointed!!

We did some life admin on our final day in Vietnam as we were both super sad to be leaving! We had our final Pho, changed up our money and generally mourned our soon-to-be loss of Vietnam.  We were also exceptionally sad about the fact we had a 23 hour bus ride to Laos ahead of us….

🏮Happiness in Hoi An🏮

So lots of people I’ve met along the way have said “Hoi An is so beautiful.” “You’ll love Hoi An – it’s so pretty.” My goodness were they right. Another torturous night bus dropped us into Hoi An at 7am and we couldn’t check in to our room until mid day – so another morning of sleeping on sun loungers! My hostel, The Sunflower Hotel was a bit of a party hostel which is great when you’re in the mood but God-awful when you’re not! Pay 100,000VND at the bar (the equivalent of £3.40) and it’s as much as you can drink for 2 hours. And believe me – it becomes somewhat of a competition! I don’t think I’ve seen so much carnage in one place! The first night literally disappeared in a blur of cheap beer, terrible music and debating whether or not it would be too indulgent to put a mars bar in the middle of a peanut butter & Nutella bahn mi! 🤷🏽‍♀️ I always did have a sweet tooth but decided to give the mars bar a miss on account of the already impending diabetes from the ladle full of Nutella she had already dumped in! 

The following morning was somewhat of a write off and I woke up minus 1 travel buddy so I headed for my “all you can eat” buffet breakfast. “You’ll lose so much weight when you go travelling” they said. Well I can tell you they lied! Feeling morbidly obese I decided to walk into Hoi An Ancient Town with my new partner in crime! We wandered around the beautiful ancient streets, surrounded by literally thousands of lanterns, one of the many things Hoi An is famous for, and almost being run off the road by tricycles – their drivers shouting “beeeeeeeeppp beeeeeeeeppp” as they go past you as they don’t have horns or bells. It all adds to the charm of the beautiful town. As we strolled along the river and through the night market we decided to hop on a wooden boat for a quick cruise up the river and the chance to release paper lanterns into the river to make all (OK, maybe just one) our wishes come true.  ​

I had fallen in love with this place almost immediately. Such a lovely feel to the place, beautiful architecture, wonderful food, endless tailoring shops and markets, but also sadly rammed with an unfathomably amount of selfie sticks shamelessly attached to Asian tourists of varying origins. Annoying and also somewhat of an obstacle course. So we decided to head back and come back super early in the morning to try to beat the crowds. 

Another obscene buffet breakfast later (on a side note, who knew it was possible to make a perfect omelette with chopsticks?!) Steph and I headed back into town in search of more beautiful things. First stop was to continue my love affair with Vietnamese coffee in a gorgeous coffee shop called CocoBox.  A bit more of a chain than I would normally choose out here but some of the best coffee and views in town.  So much for exploring.  We sat here for hours just watching the world go by, deciding what to do with our next few days and generally just chilling out! 

We strolled through the old town again, I designed and had a bikini made (in less than an hour and for less than £20), we booked a cookery course and a sunset river cruise. I love Hoi An. Our sunset cruise was perfect – a great bunch of people, a somewhat questionable tin roof to sit on, cheap beers and stunning views. What more could you need? We all got on so well we went for a family dinner together afterwards and we’re somewhat proficient in the Vietnamese for “Cheers” by the end of the evening. “Môt. Hai. Ba. Zo!” When you shout it loud enough in a restaurant or bar, you can get into competitions with other tables as to who can be the loudest! We tried – but no one was interested in playing! But thanks Emily & Chris for the tip – I carried that with me from there on in! 🍻

The following morning we embarked on our “Ms Vy’s Cooking Class” – one of the most famous in Hoi An and connected to an excellent and also very famous restaurant, “Morning Glory.” We didn’t eat there but only because we ate so much in the cooking class and tasting sessions. We were given a tour of the local markets, finally finding out what all the weird and wonderful things are that you see but have no idea what they are. Then we headed backwards to the kitchens for some history lessons on the origins of Vietnamese traditional dishes, tasting opportunities for silk worm salad, jellyfish salad, spicy lemongrass frog and my worst nightmare of all, Balut. A boiled, partially developed chicken embryo. So basically half chick, half egg. We’re talking egg yolk, but also feathers, bones and a face. An actual face. The single most stomach churning thing I have ever witnessed in my life. I will try most things and this is a Vietnamese delicacy but just no!! 

Sorry if you’ve just eaten or were about to but this blog is all about the sharing! Our cooking class with Bo, our chef was up next and he was fab. We learned how to make spicy mango salad, Vietnamese BBQ chicken skewers, pork dumplings in vegetable broth and Hoi An Pancakes. The class was excellent and I would highly recommend. I also recommend you don’t eat before as you will be so stuffed when you leave. 

Doing nothing to help the onset of obesity I chilled out the following day, went and had some clothes designed/made by a lovely lady down the road from my hostel, almost got a tattoo (sorry Mum!) but bottled it and booked into another hostel nearer the beach to chill out for a few more days before continuing my journey north. 

My new squad came and collected me from the hostel and it took 2 bikes to cart all my crap out to the beach! A 15 minute drive and we arrive at “Under the Coconut Tree”  – a beautiful complex of bamboo huts in lush surroundings, about 5 minutes walk from An Bang Beach. It was paradise!  

What was meant to be my time to chill out at the beach rapidly descended into chaos on the first night. 2 bottles of rhum and a bottle of vodka later we were swimming totally sans swimwear but completely surrounded by phosphorescence! So beautiful. Thankfully we had left all our stuff back at the hostel so when people started rifling through all our stuff on the beach when we were far enough away to do anything about it –  all we had to do was shout abuse at them because the joke was on them. There was nothing to steal! At what felt like about 3am we walked back to the hostel totally drunk and starving. Thankfully for us we had started drinking super early so it was in fact only 9pm and the kitchen hadn’t shut yet so we all nailed the biggest (and one of the best) burgers I’ve ever had and all passed out.

My one night stay at the beach has now turned into 4. I love this place and never want to leave! My fruit bowl family are ace and this place is so beautiful. The only thing we had to worry about was getting into town for John to get his final suit fitting for this custom made beauty….

The next few days were very lazy indeed – laying on the beach having food and drinks delivered to our sun loungers! I also indulged in an hour long full body Vietnamese massage (foot wash included?) and facial for a princely sum of £6! This is what travelling is all about! 

I spent 10 days in Hoi An in total and happily could have stayed longer. I met some beautiful people who I already have plans to hang out with again in the not too distant future and saw some of my favourite ever things so far in Vietnam! Not only did I make wishes on paper lanterns but friends for life! 💜🧀

Next stop – Hué via the epic Hai Van Pass a la Top Gear Vietnam Special!  🏍

Mui Ne ➡️ Dalat ➡️ Nha Trang

So I finally escaped Saigon after spending far longer there than I anticipated and no longer willing to wait for my new debit card. We hopped on a sleeper bus (in the middle of the day – cue: Nap Time) and set off for the seaside town of Mui Ne, about 2 hours East of Saigon. Being short, sleeper buses are just perfect for me so I had a lovely nap on the way there and got dropped off directly outside our hostel – “Mui Ne Backpacker Village.” Although our room was my ever dreaded “12 bed dorm” it wasn’t too bad, although the aircon didn’t work. We had a nice bar with good food and a pool! Normally I would turn my nose up at a pool when the beach is so close by but I was actually so glad to have a few days where, for once, every item I own isn’t covered in sand. The hostel did all my laundry for me to get rid of the bed bugs – bonus! I headed out to explore the beach – which didn’t take long. It was a bit naff (I still maintain I have been spoilt beyond repair by the beaches in the Philippines!) The town is very much aimed at Russian tourists so a lot of Russian restaurants and really super fancy resorts. Curse the backpacking budget. The next morning was a super early start – 4am to be exact. Jumped in the back of a jeep and drove out to the “White Sand Dunes” of Mui Ne to watch the sunrise. What they don’t tell you is you have to pay an extra £30 for someone to buzz you up to the top of the dunes on an ATV. Backpacker budget fail! So off came the flip flops and I started trekking to the very top of the soft sand dunes. Really very beautiful but less so when you’re dripping with sweat (even at 5am) sand and dust is sticking to every part of you and your calves feel like they’re on fire!! Sadly (or perhaps typically my luck) there was no “sunrise” as such because it was too cloudy so it just sort of got light.  We left the white dunes and headed next for the “Red Sand Dunes” also in Mui Ne.  This time with views of the ocean which helps to distract from the mounds of rubbish left everywhere. Such a shame but so true of so many tourist spots in all the places I’ve visited so far. 

After our jaunt at the sand dunes we headed to the local “Fishing Village” where it was still early enough that we could watch all the fishermen bringing in their catch and selling it on the shore. Such a simple life yet so fascinating to watch it all play out in front of you. They fish from traditional boats that look more like bowls. Generally speaking they are like giant woven baskets but most of the ones we saw here were made of sturdier plastic! All was well until I saw a lady but a whole bowl full of tiny dead sea-horses and it made me really sad. I understand that this is people’s way of life and this is normal for them….but the sea horses! 😔

Our last stop of the day was the aptly named “Fairy Stream.”  An ankle deep stream with a soft red river bed flowing through the bamboo forests, limestone cliffs and out to sea. You can walk all the way up stream, through my mystical rock formations on either side and ever ride an ostrich if you like – I never said it wasn’t random. As a believer in fairies, I can totally see why this stream has earned its name – it really was beautiful! So much adventure for one day and still back in time for breakfast at 9am followed by another well earned nap and day by the pool! The remaining 2 days in Mui Ne disappeared in a spoilt blur of hangovers, multiple stolen phones and too many dramas for my liking. Time to move on again. Next stop – Dalat. 

Another 5 hours on a miserable hot sweaty bus and we arrived in the (thankfully) freezing cold Da Lat. Well, when I say freezing, it was 19 degrees which felt arctic compared to the 37 degrees we had left behind this morning. We ditched our bags and headed out to explore the beautiful French-inspired town. We wandered around the lake, framed by misty mountains. 
We then accidentally stumbled into the Da Lat night market….as if we could have missed it! The place was vast, rammed full of people selling everything imaginable. Fruit and veg I have seen since I left home including grapes, strawberries, broccoli and more avacados than even I could ever eat! It was here I had my first taste of “Vietnamese Pizza,” essentially a rice paper base with scrambled egg, onions and various forms of unidentified shredded meat, topped off with chilli sauce, mayo and all wrapped up.  Really delicious actually, so long as you don’t spend too much time thinking about the unidentified meat…. 

The following day we decided to head to “The Valley of Love,” essentially a type of botanical gardens all themed around love! Heart shaped everything – a heart shaped tunnel of love, a heart shaped maze, heart shaped topiary and beautiful scenery.  We wandered through the maze and thanks to my still excellent navigation skills (Thanks Dad!) we made it through without getting lost. We paddled evil looking swan pedalos round the lake, strolled through the butterfly garden and visited the Japanese Gardens before a massive storm rolled in and we were forced into a taxi in the pouring rain.  

The next day was our grand Da Lat adventure to all its waterfalls.  We set off early in the morning and first stop was a “weasel coffee” plantation. Seriously beautiful scenery and some of the best coffee I have ever tasted, despite the fact it has been shat out by a weasel, if you’ll pardon my French. We then carried on our journey to Elephant Falls, 30km south of Da Lat. We arrived and there was hardly anyone there – just how I like it. With all the rain from the past few days the falls were raging and we got absolutely soaked, but I guess you should expect that when you crawl into a cave behind the falls! 🤔

Time to move on again – so much to see and so little time! Next. Stop was “Pongour Falls,” a further 25km south. Again – they did not disappoint. A beautiful tiered waterfall, 40m high and 100m wide with an amazing pool at the bottom to swim in! You know me – any chance for a swim so I stripped off and went in for a dip! Another storm was making its way back around to us so we jumped back in the car and headed back to the city.  The last stop on our adventure day was “The Crazy House” in Da Lat. Designed by Vietnamese architect Đặng Việt Nga, drawing inspiration from Gaudi, although to me it resembles something of a cross between Dr Seuss, the Flintstones and Dali. We spend ages climbing it’s weird and wonderful “staircases” and exploring all the various different themes rooms you can actually stay in! 

Our time in Da Lat has come to an end so we left and headed a little further north to Nha Trang which was entirely uneventful, full of Russians and generally could have been anywhere in Spain, not Vietnam. One day stop over then onwards to Hoi An….I had the highest of hopes! 🤞🏽