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Tales from a Faraway Land: Mui Ne, Vietnam
Other | Wednesday 27th July 2011 | Osh
There are few times in my life that I can say I woke up on the floor of my hostel, fully clothed from the night before (flip flops and all) with stale vodka breath and lipstick smeared from my mouth to my chin. This god forsaken morning however, was that morning, and it turned out to be not so bad. After the initial “What the f*ck happened last night?” exchanges, we decided to get our things together to catch the Jeep tour we had booked before deciding to get hammered the previous day.
The Jeep collected us from our hostel and we were introduced to a lovely elderly couple who were to be taking the tour with us that day. We were driven to the famous ‘Fairy Stream’; the walk from Jeep to stream required us to cut through a fish sauce manufacturer’s field, hand over mouth as we briskly jogged to the other side, the pungent stench cutting off all conversation and definitely not aiding hangover sickness. When we finally arrived at the stream opening, we walked through the muddy, terracotta sponge-like earth and the sun blazed down as we made our way along the stream, lined with mountainous sand dunes, up to the waterfall.
After visiting the waterfall we piled back into the Jeep to head on to our next stop, the white sand dunes. On arrival we were let loose with quad bikes, cruising across dips and rises of the vast landscapes of sand - the wind blowing in our hair was the most effective hangover cure I have ever tried. We polished off the day with a visit to the red sand dunes to watch the sunset; a wonderfully tranquil ending to a wonderful day that would otherwise have been spent wallowing in self pity and eating fast food.
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