I arrived back from apa to Hanoi: we had to take the night train back (another 12hour journey). And I have to say, if things couldn?t possibly get any worse for me, that this was the journey from HELL! Â Â Â Consider the situation: I was spewing my guts up the whole 12hrs (no exaggeration!) I don?t know what the hell was wrong with me: but it got to the point where I had nothing left inside to throw up: that I started to throw uo Bile (the taste of which, I shall not be forgetting anytime soon).Â What made the whole experience even worse, was the fact that we were in a cabin with 5 other people: OK, so I knew 2 of them: Phil and Flurina. But the other three: 1 German guy, who was actually really sound, 1 Vietnamese guy, who spoke pretty good English, and 1 CRAZY Cambodian, who was completely pissed out of his face from ?rice wine? and then started to drink beer Ha Noi. He was so slaughter! Â Â Â So as I am throing my guts up every 5mins: he goes to offer me a bottle of water, (which I was extremely thankful for, not forgetting this guy didn?t speak a word of English). I go to take a huge gulp: at which point I gag: a thro up violently: He only f***ing gave me a bottle of ?RICE WINE? (which is the rankest drink ever created by the Vietnamese: white whiskey, made frm rice!).Â Â So that didn?t help the situation. There was me: arm in a sling, throwing up all night in the cabin: and all I could smell was rice wine (which stinks to high heavens!) Â Â Â So next thing: the German guy starts to get very fraustrated with the Cambodian guy: because he spilt his rice wine: stinking the cabin out, and he wouldn?t turn off his bed-lamp, ?shut the hell up? (the German?s words), and just go to sleep. So he muttered something aggressive to the Cambodian in German, at which point the Cambodian retalated. So the Vietnamese guy gets don from his bunk, to sort his drunken Cambodian friend out! By that, I mean he took him out of the cabin: gave him a good seeing to, and brought him back in 20mins later: knocked out, with 2 black eyes. (I figured that he just wasn?t listening to his friend when he told him enough was enough).Â Â So the Cambodian guy was out cold all night, I was throwing up constantly, and nobody else, except Phil got a lot of sleep that night at all!Â Â So when we srrived back in Hanoi, I was somewhat relieved, especially, as when I farted, I sorta followed through! Not the prettiest sight.Â Â We arrived at some ridiculous hour: 4am, at which time, there were not any Guesthouses open. So picture the scene: there is me, covered in s***, vomit and my arm in bandage, not even able to carry my own bag, looking half dead, desperate to find a guesthouse, go to the toilet and just get my head dwn and sleep for a week. So we eventually arrived at the guesthouse we previously stayed out when we were last in Hanoi. Only to discover that we had to wait until 7am until there was a room that was available! GREAT! Only another 2hours to wait ( at this point it was 5am!)Â Â At about 6am, I was seriously gonna pass out: I started to feel extremely dizzy, and started sweating so much: I pleaded with the guesthouse to let me have a room: instantly! At which point they responded by telling me that my room would be available soon! That?s what they had been saying since we arrive: So I lay on the floor, and they set out a bed for me in the rception area! Thank goodness: I got to lay down. Â I awoke 1 hour later: still no room!!! I was getting mad now: ?For f*** sakes, Look, I really need to go to the toilet, please, can I go in this room? (referring to the loo in the room downstairs). They followed me into the room: heard me pissing out of my ass, and sai, ?OK, we will get another bed set up in this room for you, and you Phil and Flurina can stay in this room tonight? Whahey!!! Finally: I got straight into my bed, and tried to get some kip (which was near on impossible with the excruciating stomach cramps I had to endeavour!).Â Â Â Â 3DAYS LATER....After being in bed, living on only bananas, throwing up, and cronic diaorrhea at regular intervals...I felt OK. Â Â So Phil went to Halong bay, and left me in bed to recover. Which, I must say considering the circumstance, was for the best, I was in no fit state to kayack with a fractured arm, and the rest! Â Â Yesterday, as I was feeling a bit better, me and Flurina took ourselves off to the water park in Hanoi. (Flurina, I have to add, was brilliant: she really looked after me when I was sick: helped me pack and unpack my bag, changed my bandage, and fetched me anything that I needed: I am gonna miss her, what a special person).Â Â The waterpark was so much fun: if not a little painful: as my arm, seemed to be getting better, I thought, why not? Although, looking back on it, I probably shouldn?t have gone! We went down these huge slides: A got a f***-off wedgie, and have bruised my cosiq! (not sure is that is even close to the correct spelling!) So now everytme I sit down, I am in sheer and utter f***ing agony!!!!Â Â Tonight we head to Hue: another 12 hour bus journey: Cnat wait (I only hope and pray there are no more unlucky experiences for me: luck has seriously gotta be on my side for this one: I am not so sure how much more I can take!) So I shall be relieved to levae Hanoi: the place is seriously wearing me down, however, I shall be extremely sad to leave Flurina behind: We have travelled with her since Laos. And she is truly good fun, and so much help. But sadly, she has to stay in Hanoi to wait for her visa extension: The plan is to meet up again with her though in Nha Trang (so we can all do some scuba diving together!). And she is far easier to travel with than Phil. And far more sympathetic. But I suppose that his mack of empathy comes from him being male!!!!!!!!