Phu Quoc

We took an early ferry from Rach Gia to Phu Quoc.  The ferry was comfortable.  There were reclining seats, air conditioning, and movies.  As we arrived on the dock it began to rain.  We began struggling with our luggage to find a van to take us to Phu Quoc.  Eventually catching a ride, we began the trek from dock to beach.  As we rode through this island known for fish sauce and previously being a penal colony, the skies cleared.  Rich history, beautiful present.

We were left at the road & found an access down to the beach.  We began walking along the sand to see what hotel was in our price range.  Eventually, we settled on Hiep Thanh.  For $35 a night we had a beach side bungalow.

This is all we did for the next four days.

 Unfortunately, the ice in all those Vietnamese iced coffees eventually got us.  On our second to last night in Phu Quoc, Kevin became ill.  I got him bagettes, water, and coke-- the simplest food I could find.  This was the only moment when we were homesick!  Late that night I succumbed too.  The following day we lay languidly in the shade, nibbling on fresh ginger and rehydrating.  It's never fun to get sick, but at least we could recuperate in such a beautiful place.

Feeling a bit stronger, we boarded the ferry for Rach Gia, and from Rach Gia, a bus to Ho Chi Minh City.  We had one more night before returning home.