Sunday, September 13, 2009

going to the beach











Sarurday arrives, and Cheryl has the day off work ... Head to the beach said Linda ... it's going to be a sunny day ... so without further thought ... off we went on the pushies ... down and round , over, through rice paddies, over bridges, and then we decide that it's HOT ... very HOT ... and we are melting again .... then a bridge looms in front of us ... it's going UPHILL ... we are tired ... can't see because of pirspiration ... and Big Mumma can't make it ... has to get off and push ...

by this stage we are at the Vegetable Planting village ... and still no sign of the beach .... push on cries Cheryl ... I am cried BM ... and finally, we see sand in the distance .... but before being able to bathe body beautiful in the South China Sea, we have to negotiate a price with the Keeper of the Car Park ..... a few logs supporting corrugated iron for a roof. OK deal done, then problem being, we are in civvies and swim wear in bags ... where do we change? ... OH over there in cement cublicles .... ??? .... mouldy green slimy open air cells .... with what looks like a huge cocrete fish pond full of water .... but no, Not a fish pond, place to gather fresh water to pour over oneself (on leaving beach) .... it's not so 3rd world, there is a lifeguard tower .... but NO ... it's Robinson Croesoe's .. a bit tumbledown ....

Changed ... head for the sand ... Madam Madam Madam crieds little girlies from one end of the beach to the other ... to US .... "you stay here under our umbrella's on our bathing chairs" ... then you buy some lunch at our restaurant (restaurant?? I'm thinking ... looks more like .. oh dunno what it looks like) ... OK we finally settle on the first one available .... plonk ourselves down, and head for the water ... a bit of surf .... about 24 degrees .... but still cooled us down somewhat ... then back to the grass umbrella ... and comfortable chair to relax ... But NO ... Madam, Madam, you buy from me ... where you from???.... aussie aussie ... kangaroo ... berry nice .... 10 times over ... 10 different people. BM decides that she should really purchase some sun screen, but being the best bargainer in the world ... failed to settle on a price ... so NO GO .... No sunscreen ... now wasn't that a mistake!! ... we bathe, relax, bathe, and see a storm brewing over yonder horizon .... and decided that despite still being in the heat of the day that we should make tracks (after we have eaten at Madam's restaurant, where they peeled potatoes and made chippies for us . yukky ones ... and had a couple of nice pieces of toast with onion tomato and laughing cow cheese ... which was edible ... just)....

Mother nature's calling BM by this stage ... and I get pointed in the direction or the loos, but Mr MADAM ... has turned on the tap into the bucket for me to flush the loo after i have wee'd .... the bucket filling faster than I am emptying out .... the race is on ... whether the bucket will over flow or i will finish first.... It was close ... but I didn't spill a drop ....

So with sandy crutch (and sandy everything else) ... we head back to the "garage" ... retrieve bicycles ... hop back on and then try and race the storm back to Hoi An ..... by this stage the tarmac is 140 degrees, we're melting again, and the sand is chaffing! ... On we go ... but this time we are hi-jacked by Mr Roadside Rice Husker ..... who insists on taking photo ... when he shows us how to sift the rice thingi-stuff that has just been cut from the paddies .... 20,000 Dong later we back on the bikes ...... and nearing our destination ...

Arrived safely ... spent next 45 minutes in cold shower removing sweat, sand etc etc from body beautiful ... only to find that we are PINK .... going RED ... and starting to glow ...

Message to learn from day ... Take a GREY Taxi to the beach .... OK next installment from Cheryl re today .... our first day at the orphanage ....

and it's a doozie ........ love to all back home .. we're exhausted

PS might try and upload some piccies from An Bang Beach ......

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