We flew from Phnom Penh to Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam late today landing 9.30 pm.

Our transfer car was waiting and whisked us straight to our hotel, Liberty Central. We are situated on the 12 floor with a magnificent view of the river, the superb pool and spa are outside on the hotel roof gifting you the opportunity to enjoy the amazing views of the city and river far below, whilst sun bathing or taking a dip.

By far the most luxurious room of the trip but equally not our favourite, perhaps a little impersonal.

After check in we just dumped the cases on the bed and went out for something to eat, luckily we found a very busy place selling amazing street food 10 minutes walk away, as the only westerners in the place we were well looked after and helped with the menu by the staff. I had chilli beef which was really spicy and Sandra had prawns and rice which she covered with her new favourite condiment soy sauce,

I must report she made no attempt to use her chop sticks, though she has used them on occasions throughout our travelling (more of a stabbing action).

Goodnight all.

The breakfast at our hotel Central Liberty was delicious with a vast range of dishes that we haven't seen on this trip before, we worked our way through a few courses before we were full.

We then went for a walk outside and were instantly ambushed by a Sunglasses salesman, who obviously knows his job, he realised I was not wearing any, I wish my staff where that astute. With no Vietnamese dong left I had to negotiate in dollars, We came to an agreement of three dollars and he said I won, somehow though I don't think so.

We then jumped in a taxi to take us to the Cu Chi tunnels,

With a round trip of three hours and also waiting outside for 90 minutes the fare of £35.00 was not bad, probably could have done a bit better but that's not always the correct way.

We arrived at the Cu Chi tunnels paid our dong 180,0000 around £5.80ish, then we followed the entrance signs which took us under a subway, at this point Sandra turns to me and says "didn't think the tunnels would be this big" after I explained that the tunnels were only dug for people and not buses, we moved on to the start.

Along with another couple from Kuwait a local guide was assigned to us, we were grateful as he spoke good English and was quite humorous.

As we strolled around he pointed out hidden traps and snares in the jungle and talked us through the history of the tunnels.

Our guide opened a small trap door leading to the tunnels and asked for volunteers, to try and squeeze in.

At this point I thought I would cement our international relationship with the Kuwaitis by saying, "don't even try fatty" it obviously worked because he uttered something under his breath starting with F. Look, he pointed at me and said friend, I told Sandra, who do you think it is "E T" she said.

Sandra then stepped forward and climbed into the tunnel, after a few photos and her description of what a good gymnast she used to be, the guide and I had to pull her out. The guide then showed us some traps that seriously injured if not killed the enemy, many with sharpened bamboo sticks that the victims were impaled on.

We then moved on to the firing range and for a price you could fire live ammunition at different targets. I choose a AK47 rifle which is a big boy amongst guns, paid my 350,000 Vietnamese dong and went to the range, the guy from Kuwait got a sub machine gun and a rocket launcher!

We started to wonder what his job was, but considering the hardware he was handling and also still smarting for been called fatty, I thought now was not the time to ask, best guess was, neighbourhood liason officer in the Kuwait police department.

I fired my AK47 rifle at the target and it hurt Sandra's arm, yes I think it's strange too. So here we are on the range firing live ammo with earmuffs on and shes mouthing to me "that hurt my arm". I'm then mouthing back how can the kickback on the rifle I am firing hurt your arm, she then bends down picks up a dispensed shell from my rifle and demonstrates by throwing the spent cartridge at her arm. When I digested the information that my spent cartridge had hit and hurt her arm, in effect she's been shot, good job I never got the rocket launcher. By this time the Kuwaitis are looking at us and nudging each other.

Wonder what they thought our jobs were.

We finished the tour with a local drink and snack paid for by the guide, after which we toasted each other. Both couples then give the guide a tip, I gave him 200,000vnd and the Kuwaiti guy reluctantly gave him his rocket launcher back.

This is a must do tour despite the distance, if you are a couple you will get assigned a guide probably teaming you with another pair. We nearly turned the offer of a guide down, because we like walking around at our own pace, slow for good and fast for crap.

One of our most enjoyable visits and we can't praise the guide highly enough, I am really sorry I never quite caught his name, but I have a picture of him which you can use for identification.

Well we have reached the end of our tour and we leave for the airport at 7am tomorrow, so it's our last meal out tonight which Sandra has said she will eat with chopsticks, so here's hoping she enjoys her soup.

Goodbye or Tam biet.