I have three job interviews this week, two tomorrow and one on tuesday. I always groom and pamper myself the day before job interviews. Do my nails, face and pick out something nice to wear. And hit the sack very early. This is the last Asia picture post!
Our view from the cab after we waited for 6 hours on the Nha Trang airport only to hear that our flight to a wonderful little island called Phu Quoc, had been cancelled due to shitty weather. We really didn't want to stay in Nha Trang, it was not too horrible but 4 days was long enough. We decided to take a cab to Saigon for 8 hours and try to get on a bus to Ragh Gia and catch a boat to the island. All in all it took us 30 hours to get to the island! I was beat!
The 2,5 hours on that boat were HELL, I tell you. The waves were incredibly high and I was so seasick (never been that sick before) and I puked three times! I couldn't even see straight, I was so sick but B told me later that 30 other people were right there with me. People even threw up on the floors so the stewardesses had to keep cleaning up after the pukers. I was too sick to even register that. Thank God. B was, as always, my rock as he kept dabbing my back and head with a wet cloth.
But after that we were in paradise! This was the view from our porch. First we got a house with no view, then one with a little bit better view but after telling the staff repeatedly that he wasn't happy, we got a real nice house with this perfect view! B was very persistent on this vacation, let me tell you, and it worked like a charm. It's a good thing he's only this way once a year with me when he really wants something important like.... move in together. I'm the small-stuff-sweater over here!
Since they say one image says more than a million words, I'm gonna just shut the fuck up for a moment and let the photos do the talking. This was all on the island of Phu Quoc. A definite GO-SEE when you're in the region!
This is where I have to jump in. Clearly, it's very difficult to stop talking.
We rented a motorcycle for a few days and one day our ride ended at this bridge because I didn't dare to go over it. I walked over it and it was alright for walking but with a motorbike? It seemed too risky to me. B, of course, wanted to do it but I gave it the ixnay. Can you relate??? We met an extremely nice older Swiss gentleman on the airport later who was also homesick so we hitted off immediately and he told us there were three bridges after this one who looked way worse so I was very happy that we didn't go over in the first place.
A little deserted beach after we drank a coke with a nice family with whom we couldn't speak.