I may not know that much about politics, but I know a good party when I see one!

...and in this instance it was a 6 day long party, which began with Nha Trang.

I met the girls at the airport fully equip with one awesome welcome sign and a pair of lips that were gonna kiss their faces off!

This is the sign that I'm very proud of!

So after meeting Kirsty and Michelle and taking them back to mine to refresh we went to the train station to catch the wonderful night train to Nha Trang.

These trains were very interesting. Two bunk beds packed into a teeny little room - so us three were sharing our sardine tin with a very sexy man that made wondeful snoring sounds all night.

Alright I make it sound like it was the worst experience ever but the train wasn't that bad. I'd do it again.

Finally getting to The Perfume Grass Inn (oh yes that was the name of our hotel!!), we passed out in a room for a couple of hours before hitting the beach. We decided to top our tans or in my case actually get a tan because Saigon has very little actual sunshine.

The beach was ok, nothing special but the view was lovely. Lots of little islands and mountains in the near distance.

The sea was also really nice and warm and very clear. It was however crazily choppy and I had no chance of having a swim. (This all changes around 14 hours later!)

Soooo after a hard days tanning we go back for a little sleep, wake up, drink a bottle of wine and advance to the nearest restaurant to line our stomachs.

We decided after dinner to mosey on down to this Sailing Club we'd heard so much about from poeple who have already visited Nha Trang. We arrived - confused because the atnmosphere was quite tame. Many old couple and familes were eating dinner so we sat down and tried to be civilised like the rest of the world. Little did we know all the crazies and bar hoppers would emerge from their hiding places within the hour and fill up the whole place. I'm pretty sure I danced for about 5 hours straight. GOODTIMES.















After befriending many people and taking many a drunken photographs (as I found out the next day after sifting through) we moved onto a bar which in my opinion has a pretty flawless name if the issue is getting drunk people to drink more. WHY NOT? Exactly why not? By this point you've killed of enough brain cells to not be able to to of a reason why not to go to this bar. It's genius. Now I can't really remember being here - pretty sure it entailed more dancing.

Walking home we met a group of french lads which at the time I thought was awesome and I actually believe that I can speak french when I'm wasted. Somehow this conversation ended up with me, Kirsty and a french dude, nearly dying in the ocean because we all thought we were SUPERMAN went for a dip. Just like that drink awareness advert. What idiots. But more idiotic, some English lad decided to join us, leaving his shorts avec Iphone and wallet in the pockets. Yeah that was an easy steal for the Vietnamese street kids.







The next day we jumped on some motorbikes and got taken to see a couple of temples around the main town area. After taking a few pictures and being generally touristy we made our way to the Mud Baths. We basically paid pennies to sit in a pool of cold, silky mud, which I totally needed because my hangover was intense. Apparently this mud is extremely good for your skin as well as the hot fresh water you swim in after the mud cleansing.





























After the lovely day at the spa we chilled out in our room ready for the evening. Kelly, my friend from Saigon, had just arrived into Nha Trang, so we decided to show her the bars we had found the night before. The night was just as eventful as the previous. Lots of drinking and dancing - you know the deal. We also saw the french guys again, who invited us to go surfing the next day at midday. This was a much better idea than what we had already planned to do (getting up at 8am to get on a boat). The thought that entered my brain at that moment was my Cambodian-hangover-boat-sick experience and I nearly fainted. I could not deal with another boat episode so we took the guys up on the surfing offer.

Good move I think! I can now surf. YES. I stood on that board and rode that goddam wave! Wahoooooo! I believe Kirsty and Michelle did too. Who said surfing was hard?

After Nha Trang the girls moved onto Mui Ne then came back to Saigon a few days later. We partied a little bit more of course. Finally visited a ladies night I've been meaning to go to for a while. It's crazy! Just literally free bar for 3 hours and there's no catch! Pretty bloody cool if you ask me! We ended up dancing the night away on Bui Vien and then all staggering home. Fun times!

So unfortunately, it was time for the girls to go! I was very upset, still am actually :( BOOOOOOOOOO.

So in the aftermath of the week of partying I had with the girls...me and Matt decided that time had come to get motorbikes. Tell you what BEST DECISION EVER!! At first I was scared because I had only driven in Mui Ne and Nha Trang which are considerably quieter than Saigon. But I have come to realise that it's actually fine. I love it!!! My bike's name is The Black Knight. Me and Black Knighty cruise around town everyday now, but I do need a pollution mask because sometimes it's actually wrong the amount of fumes are in your body.

Ok some this post has come to an end. Going to Mui Ne on Monday for a school trip travel and accomodation paid wooooo. Then not long until Australia! VERY EXCITED.

Hope everyone's good! Love you all xxxxxxxxxxx