As the days began to melt into one another, we decided a sea breeze would be a blissful reprieve from the humidity of central Vietnam and booked ourselves on a day trip to the Cham Islands. We met a kind travel agent who booked us on the day trip and because I paid little attention to the particulars, I didn't realise we'd booked ourselves onto a speed boat around the islands.
Two problems: I have a nervous disposition. I get sick on speedboats.
Our boat driver seemed to relish in both of these facts as we zipped, dodged and soared above some medium sized waves. Twenty minutes later and chunder free, we arrived on the first island, name forgotten.
In front of this flower, I got a phone call from my brother: Catey had accepted his proposal. My little brother is getting married.
We were ferried from temple to beach area to boat again by a rather kind Vietnamese man.
Through the market with aerated seafood going to the highest (and fiercest) bidder:
to a land of little chairs
and onto another island with a beautiful beach, tourist restaurants and nothing else:
and were paused when the waves were too choppy for our vomit-inducing speedboat
After a two-hour delay, we made our way back. I divorced my lunch from my body and closed my eyes. It was an altogether mediocre trip firmly on the tourist trail. The islands themselves are lovely but we saw such small cross-sections of the two we went to that it hardly seemed worth the time or money.
My advice: do some research and find yourself a transfer boat only. Tour not necessary; wandering will suffice.
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