Let's see.. two days Mui Ne.
And again we rented bikes. It's just the best way to come around.
Traveltip: Don't pay more than 10.000 Dong for a day.
Mui Ne is basically one long road next to the beach with houses on both sides. Not much of a city at all. So everything is really quite a bit apart if you want to walk. By bikeing the second tour on my own I found these really cool shorts, I just had to buy 'em. But I should stop buying stuff, I can hardly carry around all that.
Since I havn't been in the ocean yet I really wanted to go in. But the waves basically tore everything apart that just got close enough. There was no way my bikini would have managed that. Good thing that I brought my sports bra. So Derek and I went back again in the ocean that evening and were thrown around like the seashells. It was harsh but it was awesome. That's when you realize you are not playing in the ocean, the ocean is playing with you. All of us got smashed to the ground at least once. Jeremy and Angie got quite some bleeding bruises from it. It was worth it though. Everybody needs to feel that power at least once, that put's us humans right back to where we actually belong.
Since I really enjoyed the nightlife two days ago and since I met two girls from Holland on the beach doing some awesome kitesurfing, I decided to try to enjoy the nightlife again. I failed miserably. During daytime the beach was full of kite surfers and all sorts of young people but at night they simply disappeard, I couldn't find the girls. And I didn't talk to a kite surfing guy who might have eventually let me hold his kite for a sec, which would have been the greatest. No I was a coward. Instead I spent an hours walking along the beach, falling asleep for an hour on some random beach chair and then spending another hour walking the whole way back again. I had a lot to think about though. It was weird the night before I only dreamt in German that didn't happen anymore for 2,5 month and when I woke up I didn't know where I was. So the next morning I just slept in as long as I could trying to get rid of all these thoughts.
But it turned out to be the best day apart from Christmas, which was just different, I had since I left Germany.
Again we rented bikes and made a trip to a waterfall. We walked barfoot in a little stream on soft dark red clay. What a great feeling when the mud squeezes its way through your toes, it makes you feel like a child again. The difference in colour was amazing, hope the pictures turn out good enough. After hiking for quite a while through water and little sandstorms there was this iddy biddy waterfall, but the way had been worth it already.
Coming back to the mainroad, everybody felt kinda tired and all of them went back, except Angie and me. We were in exploring moods, so we took of to the edge of town. That was the best idea we ever had. On the edge of town the locals were not so used to tourismn and we could actually play with the kids instead of beeing begged for money. So we did and took 'em on our bikes for little rides each of us had up to three kids on one bike. Amazingly we didn't fall. They loved us for doing that, we even raced a little ;)
It happend to be that we found the sanddunes on our way, too bad we had no keys for the bikes, otherwise we would have gotten on a sandslide. But to leave the bikes alone with the kids, who were already using it as a climbing toy would have been the clear loss of the bikes. So we just went a little up the hill, the bikes still in sight, and from there we rolled down our bodies in the sand. Beeing a child is the greatest!!!
After having the sand everywhere we continued our bike trip, following the sun. On our way we met goats, a little boy on a big bike, and two other boys who were desperate for a ride, so we picked 'em up as well. They were not even 6 years I would guess. Also the kids at the sanddunes were pretty young. As Angie asked them why they are not in school, they said they have to work, no school. But their English was amazing, they learned it only from the tourists.
On the way back we ate a local sandwhich in the sunset on the bay, the view was fantastic. After spotting a rotten coconut on the side of the road I couldn't resist to pick it up, willing to try at home if it's any good. The moment a local saw me operating at the coconut, which wasn't bad at all, he jumped over telling us 'no good, no good' and in the next second he vanished in a palmtree like a monkey, picked up a good coconut and opened it for us. He did the whole coconutprocess with such an amazing skill, you could have called it a art.
It was one of the most delicious coconuts I've ever eaten.
As if the coconut treat wasn't enough he invited us to a cup of coffee with him and his friend. Not sure whether to trust him or not, we agreed and went with the two guys on a really scary motorbike ride, down to this really cute cafe with almost no light at all. The conversation was basically no conversation, they hardly spoke English. But for that fact they spoke a lot, so we just smiled and made an understanding 'yes'-sound, even though we did get a word they said.
Our concerns were unnessessary though. They brought us home save and in time, so I even to to meet Bill and Alan (New Zealand) and we closed this beautiful day by having a jamsession in the middle of the night, bringing drunken Tommy savely on the bus and trying to keep him shut up since everybody was really sleepy.
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