Mum and Paul go home

Woke up with a massive headache and feeling slightly sick. Ali was sleeping in Mum and Paul’s room and I stumbled across the corridor to check they were up. Of course they were all bright and breezy and after a quick shower I joined them for breakfast which I then found I didn’t want.

We have decided to go shopping this morning but when we asked The Kindo Hotel if we could stay for another night they informed us they were full, leaving us with the problem of finding somewhere to stay tonight. In the end we decide the best thing to do would be to send the kids with Mum and Paul whilst we check out some rooms for tonight. As I’m not feeling too great I just can’t face staying in a crappy dive tonight and we phone a midrange place for 40 dollars.

When we arrive in the taxi I’m a bit gutted to see that it looks like a bit of a shithole and I sit on the pile of rucksacks while Simon goes up the road to find somewhere better. After about 15 mins he comes back and we walk to the 2 star Hanh Hoa Hotel. What a great find, the rooms are lovely, freshly painted with massive windows and pretty bamboo furniture. At 15 dollars per night I’m really pleased and we chuck our gear in and head back to Dong Khoi.

We have arranged to meet everyone at 1pm and they are already weighted down with shopping bags when we arrive. Mum and Paul have given the kids some money and Ali shows us his MP4 player he has bought. Maisie, Mum and I head straight off for the mall and I take advantage of the fact that we can buy some souvenirs without worrying about carrying them. I get some chopsticks, a miniature Chinese tea set and a lacquered poster of “Tintin in Vietnam”. I ‘m worried that Simon won’t like this and his look of disgust when I show him confirms it! We ring home and speak to my brother it’s his birthday today and Mum and I sing down the phone. Happy Birthday Will!

The afternoon passes too quickly and soon it is time for Mum and Paul to start preparing for their flight home. We sit in a cafe listening to The Carpenters and getting very emotional and all end up laughing when mum tells us how she cried over Rolf Harris’s Two Little Boys on the way up to Birmingham one day. Its starts me off crying also and we must have looked like a bunch of crazy people to the Vietnamese waiters all laughing our heads off with tears running down our faces!

We get in taxi and make our way to The Hanh Hoa Hotel where they have a quick freshen up. Ali has a terrible headache and it gets worse on the way to the airport. Poor Ali, I think he is worried about saying goodbye and feeling stressed out. We say our goodbyes and it’s horrible. I feel very sad that they are going, in some ways worse than when we left as we know what it’s like now. There are a few tears as we wave them off. We get back into a taxi and Ali falls asleep within 10 minutes.

Back at the hotel and Ali gets straight in bed. Hope he feels better tomorrow, we are flying to Singapore and then to China. I am looking forward to it but feeling a bit down really. We watch Robots and eat take out pizza for dinner. I guess I’ll feel better tomorrow. Ready for the next bit of action.

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