Trip Start Mar 14, 2006
374Trip End Mar 15, 2007
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"Heeloooo, want room cleaned"
-Noise of door opening.
"Huh, oh your're the cleaner, what time is it?"
-Noise of door closing.
So began my morning.
Unfortunately there was an odd lack of places to eat on this side of town, a rare phenomenon in Vietnam for sure, but the trusty baguette stands came to the rescue again.
Boarding the bus to Mui Ne clutching my free bottle of water from the hotel which had already been half drunk (hmmm), I found there was only three of us with just another German couple so the talk soon turned to the inevitable with tomorrow's World Cup opening.
The bus ride itself was a bit of a mixed bag of downhill rally driving over loose gravel mixed with back breaking pot hole (attempted) dodging. With the dust being kicked up all around, keeping the windows open on the air-condtionless bus was a choice of roasting alive or getting a face full of grit.
About half way to Mui Ne we were joined by another, whom friendly as he was, had breath that could cut through bank vaults which on the rattling bus meant he had to lean a little too close for comfort to be heard and added another unwanted dimension to the heat/grit/smell befuddlement.
Mui Ne is nothing much more than a strip of buildings, most of them resorts, along a beautiful palm fringed beach with sleepy being the most apt description for it (dead being another if you are looking for any kind of night life) but this was just what I was looking for though to relax before hitting Saigon
Rolling up to the first hotel we got the usual spiel but only facility was asked for "Do you have a big TV to watch the World Cup?".
Flicking through the guide books and asking local moto driver, "No we don't want a tour, football more important!", we tried to find where the nearest bar was that would most likely be showing it.
Failing to find such an establishment in the town that never wakes we proceeded to hop from one hotel to t he next in a quest to compare and find the best TV without checking out the rooms as we went.
Somewhere along the way however we where taking to separate places on the backs of motorbikes and so I ended up settling on a beach side bungalow with a few places near by to watch the game, whether it would be in English though is a another story altogether.