Mui Ne Madness

In order to escape the crowds of motorbikes, rain showers and general craziness of Saigon, this weekend four of us ventured up the coast of Vietnam to a sleepy beach town only to find more motorbike mayhem and dramatic rain showers.

The scenery was idyllic. We rented bungalows that were 100 meters away from the ocean and fell asleep listening to the crash of the waves. It was a cliche in a landscape, if I may say so myself. After a power tanning session on the beach, we rented motorbikes and took off to explore the adjoining towns and scenery.

Unfortunately two of my friends managed to crash their motorbike in a highly dramatic and wobbly accident. Neither of them were badly injured but we really did adhere to the stereotype of Western tourists once the entire town rushed over to check out the action. Once the drama was disinfected and bandaged up, we then proceeded to run out of gas, drive half the way home in a torrential rain storm in the dark with no street lights and get home soaked, freaked out and generally happy to have survived. All in all, it was a great story to be told in the past tense.