Winter arrived in the northern hemisphere today. Down here by the equator it's hard to tell. The days are warm and sunrise is the same as sunset: 6a.m., 6p.m. To mark the occasion, the South China Sea welcomed me in. The portly Russian men all wear Speedos or bikinis, my nationality is harder to guess in red hibiscus surfer shorts. Not many Americans here, so I must be Aussie, right mate??
But I'm not alone
in the sea. Mui Ne is still a fishing village at heart, and the nets and boats
dominate the view from the beach. What's unusual is the shape of the craft ----
round like soup bowls. With a single paddle that's driven by rotating the upper
body. It looks inefficient, but they've been using it for centuries. Locals
also scrape the sand when the tide goes out, gathering inch-long clams and
periwinkles.
Thick seawalls have
been built all along hotel row because the sand has eroded right up to the
steps. At low tide, the most you've got is 5 or 6 feet of sand to walk on. At
high tide, the waves smash into the hotel breakwalls: good for shell gathering.
Another welcome sight has been squirrels in the mix of pine and palm trees. And
bats at dusk, also like home. Not so charming is the sight of the house cat
hunting down a 4" lizard in the bushes and devouring it, tail first.
No pictures of the
room yet ---- we have to move to another room tomorrow. The door lock is wonky
and we just can't swear enough in Vietnamese to solve the problem. Instead, the
very smiling staff take turns helping out the idiots who can't turn the key.
Must be Australians --- look at his shorts!
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