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.
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