The Island

So finished up with Phu Quoc now, it was relaxing, very relaxing, at some points even too relaxing.
when you got nuttin to do but sit in the sun and read whatever you can get your hands on, sometimes I thought i was going to go mad. Still it was relaxing, revitalising, and skin cancer generating, and its certainly been one of the highlights of the holiday. Seafood was plentiful and devine, the bungalows were simple, with a good mosquito net and right next to the beach.

so other then eating, getting sunburnt and drinking, not alot went on there, hired a bike and went for a drive round the island, good roads, and access to other great beaches.

don't really have a hell of alot to write when everything goes well with no hassles, but there was a drama trying to get off the island....

so we turned up to the airport early, very early as all flights were booked out till the 10th which was 100% not practical, there was already a solid standby list, which doesn't really mean a hell of alot apparently. Stood around, met some people, tried to get on the morning flights to no avail, there were alot of people trying to get on the flight, small planes, 60 odd seats, lots of disaster.
It didn't work, to no avail, so next time I swore I would get on, armed with the passports, a couple of houndred thousand dong (under $20), I was ready to bribe, or maim, whatever came first.
got at the front of the counter, jammed myself there, so none of the vietnamese, could squeese in in front of me, and was very persuasive and pushy and hoorah, we got on.


anyway currently in Saigon, off to Cambodia tomorrow.


G