Well I woke up to some good news, turns out I'm only 7 hours older and also my kankles have disappeared!
We decided to try the free breakfast from our hotel, big mistake, turns out luke warm rice and noodle soup are not what I want at 9am. We decided to take a walk around the city which lasted a grand total of 30mins before we gave in and decided to have a ride with s couple of the many persistent tuktuk drivers. Again I was convinced everybody was trying to rip us off however the ride was really good (I'm going to start listening to Scott more, I promise). We had two guides named Carl and Kyle who spoke really good English, they took us to visit a really beautiful pegoda (temple to you and me) and gave us a guided tour explaining what all the different rooms and Buddhas were for whilst insisting we take pictures, even thought everyone was praying.
After this Scott's driver kindly offered to sell him some weed and let him know where he could get a massage with a happy ending (the wife never know). Luckily Scott declined and instead we spent a very sad couple of hours in the war museum. In all honesty I had very little knowledge of the war before coming here and although I did learn a lot at the museum I think it may have been a pretty one sided. However the graphic images and displays did make you realise just how much the Vietnamese people have been through.
Again we spent the evening sat on miniature stools drinking cheap beer whilst people tried to sell us everything under the sun. Honestly the things they try to sell you over here are just crazy; you can pay to have your ears cleaned in the street, they even try to clean your flip flops with a shoe shiner!!