Mui Ne

I wish I had more to report about the last few days, but we really found the beach. A couple of hundred kilometers east of Ho Chi Minh City, the sleepy fishing village of Mui Ne happens to be adjacent to about 15 km of powdery white beach.

So we spent most of the time sitting on the beach.

I'm not afraid to admit, I slept more in the last week than I did in the entire month of November. I mean 12-hour sleeps interspersed with snoozy beach time and meals. Beer served in 450ml bottles for 50 cents. It seems we needed the break.

Seriously. Three days of this...

We did manage to make a trip out to Mui Ne proper, which is a small fishing village. The bay at the head of the long beach (have I mentioned the long powdery-white-sand beach?) is where the regional fishing fleet moors. There is a bit of a market at the entrance to town where the fresh catch comes in and is sold off, but we spent a bit of time watering the village away from the market, including the waterfront areas where boats are maintained and the fishing families live, and dusty back streets.

Something we have noticed across Vietnam was prevalent here: the bane that is plastic film. In vast stretches of Vietnam, it is everywhere.

But I don't want to complain about that here, because we are at the beach. A beach whose afternoon winds are popular amongst the kite-surfing set.

...however, we are staying at a nice spot, where there is a pool for when the ocean gets too rough. So we swim in the warm South China Sea in the morning, and in the sun-warmed pool in the afternoon.

And we suntan. And we sleep.

At this point, I would love to report more, but all that is happening is the recharging of batteries, and thinking about how lucky we are.

 

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