We ate some lobster from a beach-hawker...
We hung out in our beach hut...(getting a million and one mosquito bites in the process...)
We hung out in the beach-side hammock...
We had a few beers on the beach...
We watched some cows cross an ocean stream...(one with a horn through its eye- gross)...
We explored the other end of Otres Beach- untouched and truly peaceful...
...and we watched the sunset from our beach hut.
We also chatted to the lovely 42 year-old manager of our rough-and-ready resort; he had a very interesting life, and seemed to open up after a few Angkor cans. He was 6 when the Khmer Rouge took over; his most vivid memory is the dogs in the next field eating the corpses. During the Vietnamese occupation that followed the Khmer Rouge's fall, he was arrested for trying to learn English, along with his teacher and classmates; he was in prison for one week! When he was 18, he smuggled people under boat decks into Vietnam; it was common for the boats to be hijacked by pirates, who would kill the smuggled passengers then steal their money. He used to work for the Ministry of Defence, now he manages a humble resort on Otres Beach. An incredible life, and a story told with such hushed patience that made me want to hear more and more.
So, we're in Ho Chi Minh City safe and sound...more details on our final border crossing very soon...
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