For weeks we have risked our lives to cross streets, but for a few days at least, we may have a break. We have arrived on Phu Quoc Island – what seems so far to be a fairly undeveloped island, but with the potential to become a massive resort location. Fortunately for Greg and I, we are here at a time when there are no other Americans on the island. Just Germans (see Greg’s blog) . . . and three Mexicans (see below).
I was finally able to change into board shorts and jumped in the warm blue water as soon as I could. Even Greg jumped in. As we all know, Greg is out of his element in water, but even he couldn’t resist its call. We spotted a few jellyfish
And Greg found crabs, which I then followed with my GoPro.
I should now say that just a day or two ago, Greg and I were talking about how we didn’t attract as much curiosity here in Vietnam as we expected. In China, I had my hair touched and was ogled constantly. It’s even more alarming that Greg hasn’t caused such a stir, but that all changed today. I was in the middle of doing some video of some passing fishing boats when a man saw me and jumped out, but he was not jumping into the water to see me. He swam toward Greg faster than Michael Phelps. He rambled off something in Vietnamese, which I would roughly translate as, “My God, you are whiter than frightened milk! Let me touch you!” But whatever it was, he found Greg hilarious.
We watched sunset from near our "resort" (in quotes because I don't think hotels on Tahiti give you a mosquito net when you check in). I'm sure Greg has some that are much better on his blog, but here's my photo just for good measure.
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