I'm George Costanza and I just bought Frogger

Imagine a game where there are a million motorbikes, where 1 way roads are 2 way roads, where the footpaths are filled with parked motorcycles so you have to walk on the roads, which also have cars on them, and you have to get from point A to point B without being flattened. The game is called Hanoi and I won....just. The secret is to not look and just keep walking at a steady pace.

Anyway, let's go back to properly fueling for the day ahead. Of course you will try the noodle soup, the custom made omelette, sausages, bacon, noodles with vegetables, pineapple with capsicum and onions, a small amount of cake, watermelon and a couple of cups of coffee with condensed milk. Did I mention the juice and battered fish and chips? Yikes. Good thing I'm on 19,792 steps at 5pm.

We did a morning tour to the old quarter. Not sure where the other 75% went to. 

We had a group lunch. Mango salad with beef jerky, some sort of rolls, spring rolls, fish in passionfruit sauce, rice, green stuff with chili chicken that had cinnamon in the sauce and banana in sticky rice. $20 per person. My tummy hurts.

Then we headed off on our own in search of the fabric market. Silk, cotton, linen. So very boring for 50% of us, but I did buy an interesting piece of art, so I am not allowed to complain. There were at least 100 fabric shops, each maybe 3ish metres square, packed with fabric and often with the female seller sitting or sleeping  on the material. Some bartering was done poorly and 2 pieces of material purchased. I have been threatened with another silk market. Sigh.

Hit Macca's for a Coke and water to try and stave off impending dehydration and walked back to our hotel. One of us fell asleep for an hour whilst the other watchd golf.

Because we had only eaten enough to feed a small nation, we decided to head off and get some Indian takeaway. We did change our thinking and decided we would explore the little restaurants across 2 roads. Night and crossing the road are extremely dangerous. Non stop motor bikes hunting you down. Once there, you have to get back. We did at least get some beef rolls that were excellent. I'm falling in love with coriander. 

Annette, because tradition must be kept, then disappeared to play motorbike chicken in order to get a custard filled pastry. Day one at least got me 20,000 steps .

Time is important

Apparently leaving at 11:30 means leaving within 25 minutes of that time. Fast forward to the slowest check-in line ever, and we scraped in to check in just in time. We even had enough time for a tax refund visit. 

Sitting across the aisle from each other, we settled in to 10 hours of movies and tv. One of our screens wasn't working and for once it wasn't mine. 

After the first meal, Annette handed me her unfinished packet of mixed nuts, just as I was about to start mine. A fair swap for the prawn cocktail I gave her earlier. I tipped the entire contents into my hands. The nuts were green. In fact they were peas. Never mind. I emptied the entire contents from hand to mouth only to discover they were Wasabi flavoured. Ouch.

The flight was pretty non eventful, however Annette did tell me after landing of the comments made about her by the lady sitting behind on the subject of reclining a seat. After meals it is fair game, I think. If they didn't want you to recline, there wouldn't be a button.

Anyway, upon finding the first of our tour group, Annette retold the reclining seat incident and said it would be funny if that women was on our tour. Bam. There she was, on our tour. This could get interesting. 

It was 3am home time (11pm here) when we finally got to bed. I can feel the upcoming tension will keep things spicy.