The mysterious guide.

We made it to where we thought the tunnels were after getting the bike fixed but there was no sign of a hotel anywhere. It was late, it was dark, and everywhere so far we'd managed to find one without pre booking. It had been a lonng day though so we were definitely cranky by this point. We passed a raised up shack at the side of the road, even Jack suggested a night on the beach at one point! We had to keep going down the coast to Vinh quang just inside the old dmz I think before we found anything. It wasn't on the map, this little coast town, we stopped at a nhà nhgi (still to this day I do not know what that translates to) thinking it might have spare rooms. It wasn't a hotel but they called a guy to meet us, we waited a while and played with a puppy (there was always a puppy wherever you went in Vietnam, or anywhere in south east asia really!) and he beckoned us to follow him another few kilometers south. His brown poncho flowing in the darkness, we past 2 or 3 nice looking guest houses with no lights on, up to a sleasy hotel at the end of town. Safe to say I was knackered at this point so I passed out pretty much immediately when I hit the bed I was shown to but on the way in there were several girls flirting super hard with us. To me they looked barely older than 16 / 17. I went to sleep soon as I lay down, but the others stayed up a little later and apparently Jack heard about 4 different guys come in to accompany one of the girls, in the room next door to us, for anywhere between 8 - 15 minutes. So yeah this place was a brothel. I ended up sleeping straight through it all thankfully, I was already frustrated enough having not seen my girlfriend at the time for 7 weeks.Læs mere