So... I have been unable to write for a while... small technicalities like broken arm and trying to keep such injuries secret from the mother... which lasted all of 2 days...

The train journey in Vietnam was hilarious... long, but entertaining. I shared a cabin with this young Vietnamese student, who was excited to talk to me because he'd never met an English person before... and then there was this crazy Vietnamese woman who was so sweet. She kept offering me food and then when it was time to get off or something she's start slapping me and yelling "Madame, Madame!!" The journey started on a saturday night at 11pm and ended at 8am Monday morning. I was so glad to get off the train when it finally arrived, but it was certainly an experience!

Saigon was mental... I have never seen so many motorbikes in my life. The traffic is ridiculous... worse than China... definitely had me scared for my life. Went to see the reunification palace, and went to the market, and just had a general wander around... I did really like it here, but it was much more commercial... didn't feel like it had the charm and prettiness of Hanoi. That evening I was having some drinks with some Aussies I met... anyway just as we had left and got motorbike taxis back to the hotel... I fell off the motorbike. I kind of laid in the road for a few seconds and then got up thinking I was fine... My arm sort of hurt, but I thought it was just a graze. Overnight it gradually got more and more painful and by the morning I could hardly move it... I went to the hospital and it turned out I'd broken it. Ooops! They didnt put it in a proper cast, just a splint, but it still made things very difficult, especially as I was now travelling alone.

I was feeling a bit emotional about it alll, but then a few Australians and a British girl moved into the hostel that night, and were so nice, so I ended up travelling with them for a few days. We went to the Cu Chi tunnels the following day, which were incredible. We got to actually see inside the tunnels which are so tiny. It was really claustrophobic just going in there for a minute, let alone living in them for months. It was really interesting.

The next day, I got the bus to Cambodia. When I got to Phnom Penh, I went to the Tuol Sleng Museum and the killing fields. Tuol Sleng was the main prison people were kept at by the Khmer Rouge during the Pol Pot regime and then they were escorted to the killing fields to be executed. It was really sad... at the entrance to the killing fields they had kept all the skulls that were found in like a pagoda that you can see. It was really chilling, but amazing to see. Didn't have much time in Cambodia beacuse of train and motorbike accident hold ups in Vietnam and had to head to Siem Reap the next day. I went to see the Angkor temples at sunrise while I was there which was so beautiful. And the temples are all really different, I got loads of lovely pictures. I think Cambodia's a really beautiful country and I would have liked to see more of it but its certainly the poorest country I've been to and constantly made me feel bad for having any sort of a comfortable life because the poverty is just everywhere. The bus ride back to Bangkok is every bit as bumpy and nightmareish as everyone says, not to mention 12 hours long, but eventually got back to Thailand and met some new friends on the bus, including a guy who had stitches right next to his eyelid where his tuk tuk had fallen over, which made me think I had got away lightly with a motorbike accident!

The next day I flew to Singapore, spent 7 hours in the airport, then flew to Darwin, getting there about 5am, then a few hours later flew to Cairns! By the time I arrived in Australia I was so glad to relax after my hectic couple of days. Although it was raining. In Australia!! Did I fly all the way across the world for such English weather?? I think not!!