Vietnam 4 - Phu Quoc - Rach Gia - Can Tho

Rach Gia to Can Tho
Booze, cigarettes and a minibus

On Thursday we got up early (yeah, seeing a pattern here?), grabbed a quick breakfast and rented a moped. Ken taught me to ride a motorbike one afternoon in Bulawayo but that was one afternoon years ago. And I didn't have anyone on the back. Nevertheless, off we went, trying not to crash into anyone! Lucky the roads were quiet and we quickly headed through the town and up the road into the jungle. The jungle was cool and quiet, only saw one tour group. Walked around and enjoyed being out in nature so far from civilisation. The trees were cool, Phu Quoc was relatively untouched by agent orange.

Back on the bike, zoomed down the new roads out past the north eastern beaches and back into Duong Dong. I think that whilst everyone laughed at them the Italians were always right - they way to a mans heart is on the back of a Vespa! Looking back at the port at Phu Quoc I was sad to leave. If I ever return this quiet little island will be completely changed by things like the new roads and airport. Hopefully it can retain it's charm and tranquility.

Back to Rach Gia and things were far from peaceful, all the proper buses were full so Ryan, Matt and I ended up going to My Tho in a big minibus, surrounded by people and their chickens, smoking and drinking. Apart from fearing for my life, and the cramped conditions it was actually fun! Got into Can Tho late and found a cheap place in the backpacker area (Ninh Kieu). Decided on a big long dinner of Shabu shabu (so so so good) and Vietnamese wine (umm.. so so cheap!). Booked a boat tour of the floating markets (for early of course!) and headed into bed.