Hue 21st-22nd May
Right then the bus journey to Hue was an experience. A 15 seater minivan with 26 people in it…What the …you may ask. Yes you read this right 26 people in this sodding little van all of which Vietnamese except us 3 and 3 other western girls working near Hue. The Vietnamese were totally bemused and intrigued by us and I think we made them slightly nervous! They would say "hello" and "what's your name" and then giggle like hell. We had a very random 4 hours but looking back it was an enjoyable experiences mixing with the locals!
I don't have much to say about Hue. We arrived at Hue backpacker's hostel to be greeted by Kelly (another sound Canadian) who like me had an infected foot. Unfortunately she couldn't catch the bus to Hoi An as her foot was so bad bless her. I was in the same boat and really needed a pharmacy to sort my feet out. Luckily there was one around the corner so the pharmacist gave me some liquid to clean it and antibiotic powder. We stocked back up on tape and plasters. Dai went exploring with Martin who we previously shared a dorm with in Hanoi. They were off to the Citadel (historic old city quarters of Hue). In the meantime the girls stayed at the hostel and checked into our dorms. There was a scouser who we were sharing with who pretty much accused us of stealing his SE Asia book so I felt really on edge as we hadn't even seen it. Carol and I were looking at accommodation for Hoi AN, our next stop and I was going to book a bargain guesthouse but needed our card. When I went up to the room the other wallet had gone from our bag. I totally freaked out and was assuming I had either lost it or the scouser had nicked it out of spite as he was convinced we had his book (I'm not being stereotypical but he was an arse). Me and Carol went to find Dai and Martin in case Dai had picked it up out of my bag. I was in so much pain with my feet but I was so worried about the wallet I was determined to find Dai. We underestimated the size of the citadel and both Carol and my map reading skills are pretty poor so we kind of gave up when we reached it especially when you had to pay a silly price to get in! Anyway we decided to head back to the hostel and came across a bar which was doing 241 on cocktails…yep we couldn't resist.. it just drew us both in! We ordered a pizza to share and by this point I was ready to deal with the consequences of the lost wallet. As we were delightfully sipping our cocktails Dai and Martin walks past so we called them in. Nervously I asked Dai about the wallet…somehow he bloody had it so I was stressing over nothing phew. We stayed there most of the afternoon playing pool with a Finish guy.
That evening we educated our dorm friends and fellow European backpackers on hardhouse. We sat on our balcony drinking happy hour beers and mojitos and listening to hardhouse. Brilliant. We heard some many stories of peoples experience backpacking. The guy in the dorm next to us locked himself out. Don't ask me how he just did. They were trying to pick locks etc. I did offer to use my arse to break it down but they refused (I think they were worried with the extra damage I may cause!)
The following morning we were up bright and early catching the bus to Hoi An. There was a c*** up however. The bus pulled up and told us there wasn't room for us…charming! It turns out it was the hostels fault so they paid for us to be picked up by another bus! Close call.
By the way the scouser turned out to be sound and the cleaners took his book which he did get back.