Ok, so from Hoi An I left for Hue. On my arrival I did my usual 'grab my bags and run from the touts' thing to avoid all sorts of scams between buses and hotels. I eventually found my bearings and when I was almost at the street I was trying to find for a hotel, I Vietnamese man saw my guitar and struck up a conversation. I was wary at first even as he insisted he was not trying to sell anything. After a while of talking, though he seemed fairly harmless and he a...

So from Phnom Penh I left for the Vietnamese border on a nice air conditioned bus, a little worried about the crossing as I had been told it would be a difficult one. I was then pleasantly surprised to find that we spent no longer than 15 minutes at the border with no hassle whatsoever, and so we continued on to Ho Chi Minh city, which the locals still call Saigon. On the bus I met Mexican guy called Daniel who had studied at the LSE in London and ended up sharin...