The Victoria Chau Doc Hotel

... buffallo carts, bikes heavily laden with rice stalks, rice thrashing tractor machines, as well as the usual hazards of chickens, children, cows, dogs, etc etc. Everybody in this part of the world was so friendly, smiling, waving and shouting hello as we passed. When the rice dodging got too much we would pull over at a hammock bar for an ced coffee or tea and one particular group of ladies found our phrasebook vietnamese so amusing that they offered us to stay the night in the ...

... was a bit odd, no extortion, no 'fees' and you just get dropped off in Cambodia and walk down the road into Vietnam, very strange! My first impression of Vietnam was pretty good, I got a free Vietnamese lesson and a smile from the first person I met. The border official! If you've tried to have a laugh with immigration at Heathrow you'll understand how rare this is & it's much more serious over here, I think they might have botox in their cheeks to stop ...

... English was undecipherable. The to ur was made up of a mix of people from different agencies all lumped together. Some were on a one day tour, some on two days and some on three. Everyone seemed to have been given a different itinerary and this, coupled with the guides poor English, meant that no one had any idea what was going on. The trials of adversity had not yet united the group so everyone was wandering around in almost silent bemusement. The candy making was followed by a trip to ...

We were up at 5:30 to shower and pack. We were able to catch a couple of innings of NY vs our beloved Tigers! We saw my Tiger Polly score!! (We checked the score later, we won 4-2, but lost 11-0 the next day; sounds like Brandon is tearing it up, I predict he will turn into a Chris Shelton before long...) We were picked up at 7:00 by 2 motorbikes (that is a first for us). I am not sure that the drivers, our bags and the 2 of us will fit, but it does. I guess ...

... visum laten zien, kwartiertje wachten waardoor we bij kraampjes aan de oeverzijde iets konden eten (de wachttijd was vooral bedoeld voor de inkomsten van deze kraampjes) en weer opstappen op een andere boot, de boot richting Chau Doc. Het werd nog een prachtig tochtje. Allebei voelde we een soort van ' opluchting' dat we in Vietnam waren. Het voelde anders dan in Cambodja. Mensen zijn niet zo opdringerig, de ...