11th October.

Morning.
Traffic starts early. Beeping scooters sound the days start.
Bob and I are recharged. Watching the street below come to life once again. People setting up street stalls, woman on bike selling some sort of food with the help of a recorded ad on a loud speaker.
We go to the motel restaurant to have some sustenance. A wide variety of foods, I tasted pomelo, which is a family of the grapefruit. One of the staff tell us that all the fruit is grown by the owner of tbe restaurant.
After breakfast, we once again set out for the Ben Thanh markets. Ok, this time we were early, and for me this was not a good thing. We entered by the meat hall. There were slabs of meat of which I was not sure of what they were. There were fish out on the concrete, well one. And the smell!!!!!!!! Oh my goodness. I thought I had a strong stomach, but it was sorely tested. An assault of fish smells, some sort of intestines, and (Bob told me there were brains aswell) and meat and no refrigeration all combined,  was almost too much. Food hygiene is well out the window here. Next we pass where food is cooking, slightly better, but not by much. We brave our way through the stalls, and find what we were looking for, a power adaptor for our devices, that works with their power sockets here. Haggling the price is expected , and we found that if I started to well away, they would reduce the price, and so the dance goes on.
After we decided to go to the chocolate and coffee shop next door to the motel, we are told they are having problems with power, and can only serve cold drinks like juices,  or hot coffee, of which we settle for. The chocolates are handmade locally, and were nice.
Today we check out and plan to go on to Vung Tau . Sounds simple, get taxi to take us to Greenline ferry terminal. Upon which ferry takes us to Vung Tau . Ha,
Taxi picks us up, and given the address to go to. Well some time later, like an hour we are dropped off at somewhere that does not look like a ferry terminal. As you can imagine, I am struggling to keep myself together. Here we are, in god knows where, with suitcases in tow  looking so out of place, and we were. No English, and we know 2 words of Vietnamese, xin chow, ( hello) and xin gahn an  ( thank you). Fat lot of help that will be. But, my man to the rescue,  wonders to some people across the road,  and with limited english a phone call to the ferry company and the phone going to someone to explain where we need to be, we get driven back to almost where we came from. Hallelujah
The ferry to Vung Tau is a 2 hr journey along the Mekong river.
However, while we are on the Ferry, a ferocious storm is hitting Maryborough.
We get on land again, and a short taxi ride later we are at the Grand Hotel Vung Tau. This old motel would have once been THE place to be. Our room is lovely, with lots of room.
This seems to be a little less crazy than Ho Chi Minh. We will explore tomorrow.
I make a facetime call to Angie to see how she got through the storm. Fearing she was goingvthrough it all by herself. But Clinton was home. So that was good although they had no power, they had no damage. I was able to see them all, it did my heart good.
The beauty of technology and all of it's advancement.
  Meanwhile, food is needed. We wander down the street and pass a place called Ned Kelly's. We go on further, but don't find anything suitable, so I suggest going back to Ned Kelly's.
Erm, I notice this place only seems to have men drinking here, and lots of young women serving drinks. But we are in need of a beer and something to eat. So I figure that it's not just drinking that's the draw card.
Oh well so ends the day. At least the beer was cold.

One adventure after another. All in all its been good.