Jungle Beach

Whilst on the nightbus some guys (boys if you're reading, big X) mentioned they were going to an eco resort that we'd heard word of on our travels. it being a 4am drop off, we ahd to decide pretty sharpish whether we wanted to go. Our sense of adventure reawakened, in a true D and R decision making sesh - we decided were in. After being shaken awake we stumbled off the bus on to the dark and seemingly deserted highway. In true vietnamese style, five moto drivers suddenly materialised and after futile attempts at bargaining, we jumped aboard. Feeling very top gear we rode five abreast through the vietnamese countryside, clasping our helmets and cowering behind our drivers as each vied for first place. After a brief tour, we were left to sit on the beach and watch the sun rise and have a morning swim. By day break, with tummy's rumbling, we decided it was definitely time for breakfast, despite the 6am clockface. Wondering through the coconut palmed gardenswe sat down for our first communal meal where we met other early rising guests.


Most our days were spent on the beach, a vast expanse of white deserted sand, shallow turquoise waters complete with back drop of mountains and rustic bamboo shade makers. With warnings of Vietnams hottest sun from yesterdays lobster-like burn victims and the boys penchant for competitivie sport, we swoon realised this would this would be no girly sunbathing session. Manning up, we embarked on epic games of water volley (ahem catch) and a serious tournament of volley ball (with much disputed and enforced rules and regulations) Needless to sa, we girls effortlessly and tirelessly ballsed up each adn every attempt at a game plan... By the second day, having exhausted the ping pong table, 'surfing' and various beach games, the boys appeared with a dubious looking pudding shaped 'boat' with the nightwatchmen running behind them. After establishing that this undersized boat definitely wasnt water tight they rematerialized several moment later with a larger model, still worryingly made from woven bamboo. Needless to say, as the three boys enthusiastically leaped in, the boat sunk, simultaneously unleashing a hoard of ants. This in conjunction with the incoming tide of jelly fish put an end to our sea fare for the day. Confined to the shade for much of the day, Most of our time was spent with the moose cards and president estlishing itself as the favourite game (unfortunate for D as she found herself the unrivalled bum). After another fantastic communal meal, ignoring the everpresent tide of tofu and aided by the much loved Chil-e sauce, we were craving something sweeter. After exhausting the intriguing miscellaneous column in the honesty book, we realised wer would have to fend for ourselves and set off on a tuck mission along the beach eluded to by the amused vietnamese cook. With headtorches in tow, we navigated ourselves through the local vilagers' fishing area. eventually, amid stares and points we stumbled across a collection of dusty shops. And, under the direction of the eager shop keepers and held hostage by a pack of mental dogs, we went a bit nuts and proceeded to buy half the shop. When we arrived home to 'our lounge', a somewhat colonised common room we inspected our purchases; lobster infused crisps, chocolate cigars, coconut peanuts, wafers, oreos, bottle of red wine, chubachuba, and chocorolls- star item with no chocolate to be seen, cheakily half filled with creramy shit not to mention the worrying merry millenium emblem on the packet. After some quiet nights of bonfires and mid night swims the next morning we all clambored into a hideously expensive mini van and music blaring, set off for Nha Trang- the Vang Vieng of Vietnam.