Arriving for the first time in Malawi, we were thoroughly knackered and looking forward to the soothing relaxed pace.
Coming back through Bangkok, we’d managed to time it so that we had a morning there during Songkran Festival. The Thai new year festival is most famous for its water fights. Anyone out and about in Thailand during the 3 days of the festival will get drenched and covered in chalk.
Before leaving Vietnam, we had one final day in Hanoi and decided to spend it B52 hunting. Vietnam is so proud of the David and Goliath-esque victories in the downing of these monstrous bombers, and everywhere you go you’re reminded of this.
“We’ll take the four hour trek thanks’, we said proudly at the gate of Cat Ba Island’s National Park. We had nothing else to do that morning and wanted to see more of the national park than we felt the two hour trek could offer. So we paid our entry fee and headed off down the four hour trail, blissfully ignorant of what was to come.
Our next stop after Hoi An was Hue. Being quite close we opted to get the 4 hour bus instead of the train. Well, despite being a day time journey we were hustled on to a sleeper bus for the journey. This consisted of 3 columns of cramped bunk beds with extra beds thrown in anywhere possible. One aisle was blocked with beds, an extra one was even squeezed into the top row and the toilet (which we ended up quite near to) was out of order and smelled worse than the long drops at 2am at Glastonbury.