Greetings from Mue Ne, a sleepy little beachside town that goes off at night. Think of it like the Lorne of Vietnam, except without the Schoolies.
Nothing much to report about Vietnam itself from this particular vantage point. There are lots of Russians. Tourists can be arseholes. The sun is hot. Stuff happens.
A few quick bits and pieces about whatever:
- Sorry to those of you who got my little email, and when you clicked through on the link which was supposed to take you to the blog found yourself on the Mega site of bible studies and information. My bad. Hopefully with a bit of deft enginuity you would have spotted my typo and clicked through to the correct site. If not, then you won't be reading this and the message is largely irrelevant.
- The itinerary on the right keeps chopping and changing. I've recently decided to abandon my plans to visit Laos on the grounds that (a) it's too far (b) it's too boring and (c) I still can't work out how to pronounce it. Instead, there will be more time in Vietnam.
- I have a big, red, scratchy, itchy sunburn across my arms, legs and back. You would have thought that growing up in the era of Slip, Slop, Slap that I would be vaguely aware of the need to take care in the sun. But I'm on holidays, and the sun didn't feel too hot and the time, and now I am paying the price. Such is life.
Next stop - Nha Tranh.