We arrived in Hue looking forward to a romantic boat trip down the perfume river. This dream died a sudden death when we found oursleves trapped on a boat by a man with three thumbs trying to sell us some rusty coins.
The river made the thames look like the amazon. To make herself feel better, Liv tried to buy a snickers. After she was quoted £4 she accepted defeat and began to retreat, but she was not alone.
We looked over our shoulders to find a swarm of broads in hot pursuit… We ran to the safety of our vessel only to find that our many fingered friend’s spouse was trying to sell us some shit paintings.
We promptly looked for some anchors to tie around our necks.