When you are thrust among like inded folk, there is generally a theme to everyones train of thought and generally that of alcohol, food, accomodation etc. I on the other hand never need to think about wetting ones whistle as I do it almost constantly. So it was a complete suprise to me when Zoe and Susan suggested a cocktail party. Your tent buddy and you think of a cocktail, a name and make it on the beach. I don't have a tent buddy as my dear pal Paul had to return home, so I made one of my own to ensure we had an extra one to drink. I'm not sure how many there were in the end, but a round dozen springs to mind. Thanks to Zoe and Susan for supplying the 'buckets and straws' After each cocktail was sampled, you gave it a score based on concept and taste. So my cocktail was based around a lot of Googling to find an authentic Vietnamese speciality and a lot of shopping to get just the right liquor. Anyway after much theatrics and with a genuine cocktail umbrella and real fruit I might add, I named mine Phoo Ca Wei. And how did it get that name? Well its quite simple really, after just two of these puppies you wake up the following morning and say "where the phoo ca wei"? So Denis and I are in competion to suck up the most without taking a breather, gosh it was hard work slurping all those lovely coctails, on the beach, in the sun, with blue sky and surrounded by lovely ladies. Some even wearing bikinis!!!!!!!
Jungle Beach is a really cool place if you find yourself at a loose end and need some well earned R n R. Most nights, erm.....each night we skinny dipped in the warm China sea with just the sneeky boy sea snake floating in the water to frighten the girls. Sally especially enjoyed this activity which made the naughty sea snake even more active!
After breakast it was swim or lie down, clearly I was lying down at this point, not sure though if this was after the cocktail party the night before. No matter as everyone had a jolly good time, thanks to the Odyssey peeps for finding this place. It must be hell doing the research!
Another cool town on our agenda was Hoi An, a great place to have clothes made to measure and young Stevie had five new shirts made to add to his wardrobe.
Palm trees in Hoi An after the weekend revelry. A big open air disco down by the river saw locals and tourists boogeying away and the DJ dancing on a table. Not quite what you expect from Vietnam is it?
Our last stop was Ho Chi Min city, much larger than Hanoi and not as mad. A great place to walk around and very nice tourist police to help old codgers like me, to cross the road. Asking directions from one young man who clearly wanted to impress, he blew his whistle to stop the traffic at a cross roads and then beckond Denis and I to cross. About half way across this wide boulivard the lights must have changed and all the traffic surged towards us. "Keep walking, keep walking" was the only advice the young guy could say. It was then a quick walk back to the hotel to change undies!
Jungle Beach is a really cool place if you find yourself at a loose end and need some well earned R n R. Most nights, erm.....each night we skinny dipped in the warm China sea with just the sneeky boy sea snake floating in the water to frighten the girls. Sally especially enjoyed this activity which made the naughty sea snake even more active!
After breakast it was swim or lie down, clearly I was lying down at this point, not sure though if this was after the cocktail party the night before. No matter as everyone had a jolly good time, thanks to the Odyssey peeps for finding this place. It must be hell doing the research!
Another cool town on our agenda was Hoi An, a great place to have clothes made to measure and young Stevie had five new shirts made to add to his wardrobe.
Palm trees in Hoi An after the weekend revelry. A big open air disco down by the river saw locals and tourists boogeying away and the DJ dancing on a table. Not quite what you expect from Vietnam is it?
Our last stop was Ho Chi Min city, much larger than Hanoi and not as mad. A great place to walk around and very nice tourist police to help old codgers like me, to cross the road. Asking directions from one young man who clearly wanted to impress, he blew his whistle to stop the traffic at a cross roads and then beckond Denis and I to cross. About half way across this wide boulivard the lights must have changed and all the traffic surged towards us. "Keep walking, keep walking" was the only advice the young guy could say. It was then a quick walk back to the hotel to change undies!We are in delightful Cambodia now and another blog in a few days time or so. Angkor Wat tomorrow at 5:15 am and one of Cambodias biggies so now it must be nearly bed time.
Lovies to family and friends
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