Another speciality it hot soya milk, which is sold from lots of stalls on the street. When we went up to buy some we discovered that they also sell hot "mung bean milk" and hot "peanut milk", so we had to try them too. All very nice!
Joanne pointed out to me that there was a place called the Louisiana Brew house, where they microbrewed their on beer, so I headed there while we were deciding what to do about getting to the mud baths. The beer was excellent, but well our of our price range, so I just bought a 200ml x 4 "taster" platter. Sitting there amongst all the swimming pools, and sun-loungers and Japanese food, and menus with very expensive cocktails on them, we thought this is what the "other Vietnam tourism" is about. We left and secured a bike, which I was very proud of haggling down to 80000 from 120000, then buzzed off to the mud baths.
On the way back we stopped off at Po Nagar Cham Towers, which was built between the 7th and 12th Century; four towers, three of them featuring lingas.
Next it was Long Son Pagoda. We were already starting to become a bit bored with Pagodas, but this one has a reclining Buddha, which we had to see to compare with the one in Bangkok (I'm sure there's little comparison); and also a large sitting Buddha.
That evening I had frogs for the first time in my life. They were OK, but I wouldn't rush to have them again. I can see why the French only eat the legs as well: the ribs are a bit unpleasant to contemplate, and they don't taste as nice either; or maybe that taste as little.
During this time Joanne was off spending nearly half-a-million on dresses! I just sat and drank and people watched (and photo'd).
I also took the opportunity to sample another local speciality: fish steamed in banana leaf. The guide books all rave about it, albeit in different, more expensive establishments than the one we were in. While waiting for my food, I went to the toilet, which required me to walk past the kitchen.
Emboldened by the experiment of the previous night we bought a bottle of the local brandy to drink in our room.
Across the road from our restaurant there was a square full of local outdoor food places, which sold the same specialities as we'd had for tea. The names of some of the places were quite amusing.
Having seen the Imperial City the day before, most of what remained to see nearby was further than walking distance, so we decided that the traffic here was sane enough to hire a moped. Great fun! And the traffic isn't that bad once you get into it. You just need to go with the flow, and behave as if you are walking rather than driving: you might be heading straight towards someone, but you just need to change your direction slightly to miss them; none of this stuffy signalling or rules regarding right-of-way. The first attempt to get petrol failed though. I watched people getting fuel before us, and the guy in front got what read 2000 on the pump; it seemed to take a good wee while, and I reckoned it would be enough fuel for one day. So I took my cap of and handed over 2000. The woman with the pump gave me a look, and then squirted about 1 second's worth of fuel into the tank, but the meter only read 200. I was obviously being ripped off; another foreign sucker to take money from! So I tried to object and indicate I wanted ten times as much, but didn't seem to be getting anywhere. The woman seemed quite indignant and was obviously saying something about me to all the other customers. So I stepped back a bit an watched the next customer. Sure enough he only got about 1500 of fuel, but then I realised my mistake when he handed over 15000; the machines have obviously not kept up with inflation so they've just dropped one redundant zero. I stepped forward and bashfully handed over 20000 and was rewarded with a "at last you get it" face and a tank nearly full of petrol. Of course you could argue that this would all have been quite obvious if I'd only done the maths and worked out that the first time I was asking for about 8p of fuel, after all this is petrol we're talking about, not pick'n'mix ha'penny chews.
Finally we thought we could fit in the house "Uncle Ho" (which they Vietnamese really do call him) grew up in, but we encountered further navigation issues and, although we did see some nice building who-knows-where outside Hue, we completely failed to find the village of his birth.
The bus took us to the hotel we'd been staying at, in Hue, and very kindly waited for us while we collected our bags. As I was picking the bags up, the guy behind the desk signalled to me to wait while he was on the phone; however the guide from our tour had grabbed one of my bags and was on his way out, so I followed him, worrying that the hotel had decided to charge us an extra two days for leaving our bags or something. However, why he got off the phone, just as I was going out the door, he said "I just wanted to say goodbye to you". Strange, but sweet all the same. I like Asians.
The next morning we arrived in Hue, which is much smaller and much quieter than Hanoi. Even the traffic was calmer. After getting a hotel, we found a wee Vietnamese place to have brunch. The food was a huge improvement on what we'd been eating, but inexplicably we still got Lipton tea, when everyone else there was drinking green tea. Just after we left there, we passed another, Western and Vietnamese place who actually had Vietnamese tea on the menu. Finally! I now wonder if the key is that asking for tea doesn't get you it unless you specify Vietnamese tea; unless you ARE Vietnamese in which case I guess you have to specify Lipton tea if that's what you want. Anyway, it was worth the wait -- delicious -- and very cheap too. While we were on a roll, we decided to try the Vietnamese coffee too. Also excellent, and very strong.
Outside the Citadel we picked up some unusual street food. I think it was potato with some other stuff over it, but it was quite nice. Later the good food continued with some delicious steamed spring rolls.
The downside of the day was I sustained the second casualty of the trip: I lost my sunglasses.
The arms held out OK and suffered no ill effects afterwards, although the hangover from last night's vodka was still lingering on, so we resolved to cut down on the alcohol consumption. Same rubbish for dinner.
So on Monday we said "No eggs, thanks" hoping we might get more bread instead, or something else, but it was just two slices of bread with red sugary stuff. Apart from the hotel breakfast and their refusal to give us green tea anywhere, I was quite sad to be leaving Hanoi; I don't think we really saw enough of it, and I felt like I was just getting to know it -- and it seems like a fun place, where the cheap food was good (apart from hotel breakfast). However we have to keep moving to get places, and we were stll keen for warmer weather as, although the 20C we were blessed with in Hanoi was a huge improvement on the freezing temperatures in China, it still wasn't really the beach weather we were keen to get some of.
We caught our bus to Ha Long Bay, where we were going on a boat trip. Half way to Ha Long we stopped at a service station. By that time we were already starving, having foolishly rejected the eggs that morning. Unfortunately we had run out of money, so all we could afford at the very expensive tourist trap full of vases and the like, was a wee packet of biscuits between us. We hadn't thought to buy food in advance, but we did make sure we had a bottle of vodka and a bottle of lemonade, along with our usual supply of water, as we were sleeping on the boat that night and figured that the booze would be as expensive as their captive consumers could stand.