Let's Go To The Beach, Each, Let's Go Get A Wave

Trip Start Oct 02, 2012
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Trip End Mar 31, 2014


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Tuesday, December 11, 2012

It's another glorious, hot sunny day in Nha Trang today, so we decide to postpone all sight seeing activities and spend the day on the beach topping up our fading red tans. We have heard that there is a nice swanky bar up the beach that will let you rent one of their sun-loungers for the princely sum of 1.20. We splash the cash. They even have a pool. We check our supplies - cash, suncream, sunglasses, towels, mud-stained swimming costumes from yesterday - got them all, time to go!

We secure two loungers with ease, right by the pool and next to a MASSIVE russian lady. She smiles at us, showing a full set of shining gold teeth. For a moment is seems like we have slipped into a James Bond film. We settle down, order a couple of drinks (not martini's unfortunately), and lie back to enjoy the sun. The pool is fairly quiet and when the heat gets too much we slip into the cool water for refreshment. We even have some in house entertainment in the form of a larger-than-life Italian-American from Queens, New York, whose booming voice enables us to hear his shameless stories from the far reaches of the pool. He talks to everyone (that doesn't manage to dodge him) and before long we know all about his last two failed marriages to Filipino women. His third (this time Vietnamese) wife will be joining him in Na Trang in a few days. Let's hope it's a case of third time lucky....!

As the sun moves across the sky, the shade starts to cover our loungers so we request a move to the beach-side loungers instead. Only to be moved to some lovely loungers... that are also in the shade. Oh well. The sea at Nha Trang is angry. The 6 foot(ish) waves pound the steep beach with force. This is not a swimmers beach by any stretch of the imagination. So Ian, being a feeble swimmer, decides to dive in for a splash. He is tossed about like a rag doll and the waves push him onto him bum repeatedly as he tries to exit the sea, gasping for air and vomiting lungfulls of salt water. Much to Anna's amusement. Anna carries Ian's bruised body back to the room for rest. He then empties a quarter-ton of sand from shorts before slumping into an exhausted sleep.

We really enjoyed our day at the seaside so we make plans to relax on the beach again tomorrow. Tomorrow comes. It rains all day. Brilliant. We fill the day by going to a mall, then navigating our way to the train station to buy tickets to Ho Chi Minh City (Saigon). We get lost (sigh). After finally finding the station and spending a half-hour in total confusion; we had to fumble our way through a ticket number system in Vietnamese with all the numbers also called in Vietnamese, we some how exit with two tickets to the big city! We reward ourselves by hitting the town and drinking massive cocktails from gigantic jam jars. We've had our fill of cheap booze and stumble home at around 3am. Although, in reality we actually stumble home at the late hour of 9pm.... It seems we can't handle massive jam jar cocktails!

We awake the following morning with horrific hangovers and decide to try and relax on the beach again for our last half-day. It rains all day (another sigh). We nurse our jam-jar hangovers and chill in the room. Around 8pm we head out to catch our sleeper train to Saigon. Hopefully it won't be raining when we arrive...
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