The date is about a month ago. The location - a little beach resort on the Vietnamese south coast called Mui Ne.
Yeah the usual kicking back in beachside bungalows, but this was a cool place because there were these awesome sand dunes you could visit AND it was the place where we first met Jo and Omar (collectively known as Jomar), the poor english couple who we then proceeded to stalk for the next few weeks to Saigon, Phnom Penh and Siem Reap before they managed to give us the slip by sneaking over the border to Thailand. Cheeky.
Anyways I just had a few photys of our little expedition on the back of four motorbikes out to the dunes, which I'd uploaded onto the computer a few weeks ago, so I figured I might as well whack em on the old blog.
So grabbing a few local vietnamese bikies we jumped on the back and headed out under the cover of an imminent storm to these amazing pure white sand dunes. Where we were immediately set upon by the weirdest craziest two kids I've ever met. Think children of the corn, but here we had Children of the Sand. Freaky little buggers attached themselves to us like glue for the whole walk and tried to get us to pay a ridiculous amount to slide down the dunes on a crappy bit of plastic they had. Actually they didn't try to hard, they spent the whole time running up behind us at random intervals and cackling maniacally (and continuously) in high pitched squeals that made you think they were completely unhinged. All that sand I reckon.
We managed to flee from the sand children and leapt on our bikes screaming "GO! GO!" to the bewildered drivers who then took us to the Red sandunes (they're real creative with the naming). On the way we got absolutely drenched by a storm that made you feel like needles were shooting into your skin. When we stopped to shelter from the worst of it, the poor drivers were soaked and shivering. At least we'd had them on the front as a buffer zone.
Anyway the red dunes were cool and the kids relatively normal. We attracted a whole tribe and tried various ways of sliding (usually a kid or two would jump on your back at the last second to get a free ride), but the coolest was when this tiny scrawny boy wandered over and all the rest of the kids went wild.
"Number one monkey! NUMBER ONE MONKEY!!!" they shrieked and the kid quietened down his fan club and proceeded with a little demonstration of acrobatics that was awesome. Handstands, then walking along these slippery dunes on his hands. Standing on another kid's shoulders while he walked around, and then doing a backflip down to the ground and executing a perfect landing. Surfing the plastic sheet all the way down the dune - this kid was good.
The best part was when we all cheered and said "Yay! Number one monkey!!!" and all the other kids looked at us scornfully and said, "No no, he no monkey. He Vietnamese."
Stupid foreigners.
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