Easy come...

So today I stop being a millionaire. The mighty Dong gives way to the rather pathetic Baht, which is not named after a cartoon character.

My train journey has ended, but the rest of the project is only just starting, so don't forget to look back here from time to time.

Saigon was better than Hanoi. I only got run over twice, and each time they said sorry, which was nice.

I employed a motor bike taxi rider to ride beside me with directions to where I wanted to go. It is an odd way to get around a city but better than sitting on the back of his bike. It requires a little effort on behalf of the hirer but I can highly recomend it. I never came close to getting killed, and his directions were spot on. I think he'd done the 'knowledge'...

After a while I didn't need him anymore and tried to curtail his services. This rather upset him as evcn a rather poorly educated taxi driver knows when he's on to a good thing.

Then he tried to charge me 150 dollars. I laughed.

'I hired you, I didn't buy your bike'

'But I spend all morning with you - long time'

'I paid less for my hotel and I have that longer.'

He got 20 dolars which was bloody generous - God knows what he would have charged if I'd actually got on the bloody bike.

So Bangkok later, where the men are men and so are the women. I will be meeting a particularly large man there, which is handy, becuase there are a lot of people in Bangkok and it makes him easier to spot.

Tally Ho!