After the cool hills of Dalat we hot-footed it down to the ocean-side resort of Mui Ne for some extra chill time.
We stayed in a beautiful backpackers hostel, called Backpackers Village, which had a lush pool and pretty bar and restaurant. Naturally the first thing we did was order a beer then jump into the pool, followed by a bit more beer and hanging out by the pool.
Of the 4 days there 3 were spent doing pretty much nothing – which Maura has observed, is probably my favourite thing to do and I have to concur; the more horizontal I am the happier I seem to be.
However, on one of our days we hired a moped – me in the driver seat and M Bricks clinging on for dear life in the pillion position – to explore the nearby fishing village and find the best bit of beach. We kind of failed on both counts: although we could see all the moored boats from a high part of the road we couldn’t actually find a way in to the village. Every time we got near the water side we were sent packing by villagers – I guess they’re not too keen on tourists oogling them with romantic notions of fishing life whilst they slog their guts out. Weirdly the beach was equally as difficult to access as every inch is ‘owned’ by a resort, hence all the pool time.
One thing that Mui Ne has in abundance, which is very easy to get your hands on, is seafood; probably more seafood than I have ever seen in one place and in more shapes and varieties than I had ever imagined. Amongst the strangest options for dinner were snake, terrapin and alligator. We opted for the safer bets of lobster, mussels, clams, oysters, calamari and a few snails for good measure, all for a ridiculously cheap price, much to our delight. Our new found friend – Liam from Leeds – was not a seafood fan, but he was game for a bit of lobster and even managed to keep down an oyster, but looked on in awe/disbelief/disgust as we greedily ate a tables-worth of sea critters.
Thankfully we left without dodgy stomachs but a tad sunburnt from blazing a trail on the moped.