And so it was time to leave Vietnam and head into Laos. It was a totally painless border crossing. Well, except for the $30 visa (didn’t even need to bribe anyone ;)

The border guards did look at me a little oddly with the tear – or at least point it out (and yes, I do like to worry – if I don’t have something to worry about then I’ll worry about not having something to worry about.. sad life really ;) hehe. The other thing is, and I’m not sure if it’s a peculiarity of Irish passports (doubt it) but the cover harp symbol on my passport is totally faded – so they often look at the passport, turn it over, and again, and then ask me where I’m from.

Either way, cruisy border crossing, 8 hour bus ride passed smoothly (even with no A/C), and we arrived into Savannakhet.

Then there was a decision to be made.. see Laos only give you a 15 day visa if you get it at the border.. (you can get a 30 day visa – for the same price – if you apply in advance..(worth doing this if you have the time)). So after looking in our guide books decided to head straight on North to where the good hiking, climbing, rafting etc. was. Booked on the 8:30 pm bus (another 9 hours on a bus) and set off to look around the town.

Then there was an even more important decision to be made.

Which was which (or really, how many) ice-creams to get. First magnum (classic) I’d had in months, and it went down a treat, oh, and I had a triple-choc cornetto too (because I am a pig) Mhairi opting for a vanilla-choc cornetto.

Wandering around the town – we happened across a stadium and thought there might be a game on we could watch. Inside we saw a thousand or so – maybe 2 – people dancing about.

It was the end of the boat racing festival. The tradition is that during the rainy season – the Naga (mystical serpents) come out of the waterways and inhabit the earth. This festival is held at the end of the wet season to entice the naga back into the waterways so that ploughing etc. can commence.

When it rains it pours. At least that seems to be the case in Hue. It has rained solidly for the last 2 days (stopped tonight). The reason has been a typhoon nearby (what they call a hurricane round here). Winds up to 74mph apparently.

Matt tells me (3:36 in the marathon…) bbc news says at least 9 dead in Vietnam from typhoon.

You can see the rain is up to our calfs. Everything was flooded, it was actually heaps of fun – powercuts (and resulting candlelit restaurant)…

However, it did mean we didn’t get much done, and today were going to do a tour of the Demilitarialised Zone (DMZ) but it was cancelled. Not to be caught sitting around for another day, we rented bikes (again) and had a tour around the Emperors Tombs (of the Nguyen Dynasty 1802-1945 for the date seekers ;) ). I was glad we got to do this – as even though I’d done it before I was hoping Mhairi would get to see it before leaving.

First Tomb was that of Khai Dinh (ruled from 1916->1925). It’s all concrete, though it does look pretty funky. We all had fun (Mhairi, Seamus and I) messing about in the Honour Courtyard

All of the Tombs are set in large parks – seen from afar you can see how green the whole area is – it’d really be quite a nice place to make the transition to the afterlife.

We also checked out the Tomb of Minh Mang, much more parkish than the others – far more water around. In this pic Mhairi is walking through 3 terraces. Representing the three powers : heavens, earth and water. The pool beside the walkway is called The Lake of Impeccable Clarity. Hmmmmmm.. I *don’t* think so – at least not after the amount of rain we’ve just had.

Then it was onto the Tomb of Tu Duc (reigned 1848->83). Now this guy had it right, he built this Tomb/Park for use before & after his death. He had 104 wives and countless concubines. He also didn’t manage to produce any offspring. Bad luck with smallpox they think..

He was quite modest, and admitted his mistakes freely.. he did this in a most modest way – by carving inscriptions on a stone weighing about 20 Tonnes to clarify aspects of his reign. The pic on the left is his modest inscription. The pic on the right is of his tomb….

…..or is it of his tomb.. (drum roll). See he’s not actually interred here… he was buried someplace else.. with all his treasure. Sneaky guy. In order to keep the secret (as anyone would), he had all 200 of ppl who built & knew where the final resting place was – beheaded. Good job too. So there’s a huge pile of golden cash floating around somewhere… excitin’ really.

So – finally outa here into Laos at 6am tomorrow morning. Assuming I get across the border with my slightly ripped passport, the adventures will continue in Savannakhet – Laos.

Yesterday, Seeing as I’d been here before, I decided not to go to the citadel, and instead headed off on a bike to do a 10km or so trip around a few different pagodas etc.

It bucketed rain all the way, so by 4pm I came back to the hotel to veg (and install skype and chat to friends!)

Took in Bao Quoc pagoda (a Buddhist college kinda), Tu Dam Pagoda, where I chatted to a monk/professor for half an our over some odd tasting tea.., and then on to Tu Hieu Pagoda (pic on right with my lovely bike). where I was having a serene and peaceful walk through the quiet bonsai garden, when a medium sized dog appeared snarling behind me (with fiery red eyes and saliva dripping from a wide mouth). I returned quickly to my bike, every time I stopped looking at him he started running at me! I think it was just the slippy tiles that saved my leg from being chewed off. Well, maybe not, I’m sure he was well trained, but I wasn’t waiting about!

Then onto the altar of Nam Giao, a nice park – the three levels representing humanity, earth and sky. Lovely place to take a stroll my guide said. By this time I was thoroughly drenched (even with poncho) so wasn’t feeling like strolling!, then cycled back – and here looking towards the citadel (look at Mhairis blog for pics on that..) and at the largest flagpole in Vietnam (47m high)

today we were supposed to go check out the tombs of the emperors.. but it’s blowing a gale and lashing rain so I don’t think that’s going to happen unfortunately..

However, at last mum and dad have got skype working in Uganda.. so free calls to Africa (had a nice chat this morning)….

Well, good luck to my brother Matt who’s running in the Dublin Marathon tomorrow, not bad for one so ancient ;)

And also thanks to him – for booking

The Harcourt Hotel (Library Room) for Thursday Jan 5th at 8pm

for a wee party.. hope a few ppl can make it.. but I’ll be sending out emails anyway!

He’s raising money for mum and dads charity to fund students in their college in Uganda. At least I think that’s what it is.

Before taking the afternoon bus to Hue we hired a moto and quickly headed out to the Marble Mountains. They’re mountains, made from marble.. about 20km out of Hoi An. Full of caves and pagodas, twas a nice trip.

There were a series of these sayings… but I think they might need to be translated again..

Then it was a nice shortish 3 hour bus ride to Hue. We’ve taken to picking a hostel before we get off the bus, it tends to get rid of all the hawks if you say you already have a place. By chance a guy from the hotel we’d chosen Binh Duong was there.. so we had to go and check out the hostel.

He took us into a nice room, large enough, table to write at, PC (with broadband access), en suite etc… and we were both thinking way out of our price range. $12 a night. We took it. And good job too, it’s been raining in Hue ever since!