Ooooops!

So it would appear that I'm not as tech savvy as we all thought:having written quite a long post earlier, I've only gone and deleted the ruddy thing. Good work!
I can't remember exactly what I wrote but I can certainly give the gist:
1. Yesterday Fin and I did a very cool cooking course. We learnt how to make four very delicious things which I will probably reproduce in a shambolic and embarrassingly inaccurate fashion upon my return. The course was led by a indescribably cute vietnamese chef and a translator/guide, who, for some reason, found Fin and I pretty amusing. It was definitely a case of laughing at and not with. But it was a great day nonetheless.
2. Today, as it wasn't apocalyptic rain, we decided to hire mopeds. Clearly nothing could go wrong. Except that it did. First, within 2 minutes of leaving the rental place, we managed to get split up and I somehow got lost and ended up doing a few laps of a very small loop. After a shamefully long time, I found my way back to the hotel where Fin was waiting, looking entirely unsurprised that I'd taken so long to get back.
We then whizzed off to the beach. It wasn't exactly tropical but nice to be outside the city all the same. As we were almost the only people on the beach, we were a prime target for little ladies selling all manner of useless stuff: toothpick holders, keyrings, Mentos, tiger balm-you name, they probably had something vaguely similar but theirs was likely to be better and 'very very good price' because apparently,  12pm on a windy beach in winter is happy hour! The two women certainly had the gift of the gab: I caved with one and bought some tiger balm (why, why, why? It's now just stinking everything out!) and the other one gave Fin some very excellent romance advice: he should have at least 3, preferably 5, girlfriends. I think he appreciated the wise words.
The next exploration involved another beach. Not the nicest beach ever and the guy looking after the free scooter parking place (well I thought it was free) decided that, actually, it wasn't free. When I refused to pay, we had a sort of argument-as much as is possible when neither of us had a clue about the other's language-and I ended up giving him significantly less than he wanted. I'm totally convinced he cursed me (lots of angry eyes, muttering and hand gestures) when I drove off, but apparently I'm being dramatic.  Moi? Dramatic? I don't think so.
So that is a condensed version of what I wrote earlier. It was quite an epic one so I'm annoyed at my own technical incompetence but c'est la VIE-etnam (remembered that great joke,though).