Mui Ne

Just a quick one today as I have genuinely spent more on internet time in the last hour and a half than I have on tonight's room, and that doesn't seem right.

We loved Ho Chi Minh with a passion, had a whirlwind few days there (including an Easter roast dinner in an Irish bar next to the most hilariously awkward couple ever - Charlotte and I spent most of our meal making "awkward turtle" signs at each other across the table) and were sad to leave. Now, after catching an amazing sleeper bus with actual beds (that stopped at 12 midnight, turned the lights on and forced us all out of the bus to have dinner - a gesture of bus fascism up almost to Indian levels) we are in the small windsurfing and kitesurfing town of Mui Ne. I can neither windsurf nor kitesurf, due to aforementioned ridiculous toe injury, so there is not much for me here, but Charlotte is loving the watersports and I am inhaling insipid detective novels from the hostel's book exchange shelf so in some small way we are both moving toward our life goals. Or not. The hostel makes wonderful chocolate brownies which I am having to picture in my head rather than eat because of aforementioned ridiculous toe injury (I sense this may become a theme of this post as well as of the trip).

I haven't achieved or done anything here that is worthy of being included in a blog entry (and, since I have previously blogged about crossing the road, that really does literally mean I have done nothing). The lovely hostel people bring me fresh ice for my foot and I sit around and feel jealous and bored. I am trying not to, but it is inevitable I suppose. I am writing prolifically (and badly, but since no one will ever see, that's fine).

I will update again either in the next town (Nha Trang), which we won't get to for a while I don't think, or if something actually happens here.

Obviously after recent events at home, I am homesick and feeling very far away. Thinking about chocolate brownies can't solve that.

Miss you all, lots of love xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx