Tour day 3: started peacefully, anchored too close and got stuck in the morning low tide. Waited it out. Cruised around all day, playing cards and reading. Learned that there is no difference between river and channel in Vietnamese. Dad got to drive the boat for a while, and he didn’t even hit any buoys! Ben and Chris dangled feet over the front for a long time. I took a million bazillion pictures of the small islands, boats, clouds, caves, and whatever else I could get my lens on (I will probably toss ¾ of them in the end).
Anchored, decided to go for a swim. Ben Chris and dad and our “English speaking tour guide” jumped right in, after a few minutes I decide to go to. I got changed, but wussed out on the first jump. So glad I did, Ben and Dad got stung by a jelly fish, on their arm, chest and back. Chris missed it, as did the tour guide, though he clung to the anchor line and waited a few minutes for the jellyfish to float away. Once back on the boat the guys were rubbed down with ice and limes, the acid in limes breaks down the acid from the jellyfish. Dad got it the worst.
Dinner was seafood yet again; we were eating a farmyard of animals at every meal. Think someone accidentally checked the Atkin’s Diet box on our reservation form.
Back to Hanoi the next morning. Much better hotel this time around. But our room had broken AC. Changed rooms. Flight time was changed without notice, thanks Jetstar.
Last day in HCMC, Mom and I ran errands, collected trinkets, and drank so much coffee I don't even want to think about it. Stayed up till 4am waiting for the morning. Put the parents safely in a cab and sent them on their way.
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