The only notable event was returning to the boat from the big cave, we had to walk across a timber walkway that, due to the tide being in, was submerged under a few inches of water. Being the dopey idiot that I am, I was looking everywhere except where I was going a
The next morning we were dropped off at a little jetty at the edge of Cat Ba Island, the largest island in the collection of 2000 or so in the bay. A quiet, easy little trek they said. A walk up a hill to see the view they said. Dear reader, preapare yourself for a tale of endurance and suffering like no other you have ever heard. Maybe. For today, at least. Maybe.
We set off along the coastal road and into the jungle, which was all very pleasant and we saw some amazing things, such as spiders the size of your hand hanging over the path on huge webs, and stick insects hanging from tree branches. Actually, we didn't see these at all until our guide plucked a few twigs from a tree and they started wriggling in her hand. How cool is that ? It all went downhill from here. Metaphorically speaking of course, because it actually all went uphill from there. The walk to the small village was actually 5km and by the time we got there I was drenched in sweat. It was probably about 38 degrees, getting hotter by the minute, and very, very humid. We had a bit of a rest and a chance to buy some more water, then we were off again. After trekking up a narrow jungle path liberally
By this time I had elevated my new hobby of sweating to new, unimaginable levels. It was pouring off my head, my fingertips and elbows. With every step I took it squeezed sweat out of
The journey back down was slightly more nervewracking and only slightly quicker. I got lost on the way back to the village and walked straight into a huge spiders web, face first. I did one of those attractive 'Aarggh, get it off me!' dances that only arachnaphobes know about, but I was on my own so nobody else had to witness it. Back at the village we found Cara and Michelle sat with their feet up drinking the local beer and chatting with the locals. Gits. To a man, we all looked like we were about to drop. In the picture below our guide, Nguon, had justed started to pour the water over my head. My shorts are just sweaty. I can safely say without fear of contradiction that I have never sweated so much, or been so hot, in my life as I was that day.
After lunch in the village, where everybody ate half their own bodyweight in rice, we started off on the 5km walk back to the boat. Our guide took a lift on the back of a moped. Smart lady.
From there we went sea kayaking, because we felt like taking some exercise. Followed by swimming from the side of a floating fish farm. Nice !
Rest of thge trip : Sailed round to Cat Bat town, checked into hotel, went to dinner in town, got boozed up in a bar run by a Kiwi guy who looks like the shopkeeper out of Mr Ben, slept, sailed back to Halong City in scorching sunshine and bus back to Hanoi. An altogether wonderful trip. This was followed by a night in a hotel room with broken airconditioning, I contracted pneumonia (although I'm sure Cara will try and convince you it was just a cold), a flight back to Saigon and another night in a hotel room with a) broken airconditioning and b) directly above a nightclub. By this point we were starting to feel a little bit tired. Needless to say we haven't achieved a huge amount whilst in Saigon.
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