We very foolishly decided it was time to be tourists and booked a trip to the Cham Islands. The weather was a bit iffy (God awful) and the crossing was worse. We nearly capsized twice and sank so far nose down into a trough that water cleared the top of the boat. It also decided to join us in the boat too. Much to the amusement of those of us who chose to sit in the back.
We then broke down and had to drop anchor and wait for rescue. Fortunately it was in relatively calm water so not so bad. Didn't stop a Viet hurling though. Just as well he did it then, would not have been pleasant on the rough water.
After a lovely seafood lunch we chilled on the beach and Cade went swimming - fully dressed.
Coming back we hopped a ride with a boat of drunken Viets who insisted on singing. Until we got to open (and very choppy) water, when they stopped and turned a bit green. That's when we broke out with our version of 'What shall we do with the drunken Viets' which lasted until the rains of biblical proportions came. It's hard to sing with a lifejacket on your head.
Jolly good fun was had by all.
Till next time
