Kate set out early this morning to walk across town to the train station in the hope of organising our tickets from Quy Nhon – our next destination - to Ho Chi Minh City. In the meantime, I took the girls out to see if we could find somewhere to get breakfast. We struggled a little – all of the cafes we found seemed to only serve drinks – but eventually we spotted a little place not too far from the hotel that had some eggs and bread rolls on display. With some pointing and holding up of fingers I ordered two rolls and four fried eggs, which came accompanied with glasses of a cold yellow liquid that tasted like Weetbix. The girls then did some school work while we awaited Kate's return, which didn't take too long. And she arrived bearing all of the necessary tickets and some tasty little cakes, so all was well.
When it was time for lunch, we went back to the Indian restaurant across the road and then back to the beach. The water was even warmer today and there were fewer waves, but we managed to refresh ourselves. We didn't stay in for long - Kate and I are very itchy and were wary of getting stung again by whatever got us yesterday.
In the evening we went back to our barbecue restaurant for dinner. There was a bit of a misunderstanding with the drinks order and Zoe got rather grumpy. As she sat in her little seat quietly fuming, a rather stern-looking old lady tried valiantly to cheer her up, her face set in something close to a scowl but with a pronounced twinkle in her eye. We couldn't help noticing as we ate the locals' method of dealing with their dinner detritus. Bottle tops, used serviettes, empty beer cans, clam shells were all simply dropped at their feet, so that the end of a decent meal for a large family resulted in the ground beneath the table looking like a particularly well-used landfill site.