Charlie Don't Surf

After finding the beach in Hoi An, we had a hunger, so it was a good thing we were headed south towards Nha Trang. However, Nha Trang turned out to be a bit more like Cabo than we wanted...big resorts, big crowd, big Miss Universe Paegant? Wait a second, this Cabo copy just got a bit better!;) So we checked in to Phu Quy, which had some rude ladies working the desk, don't stay there, and they told us that the competition was this weekend. Pretty random to have that going for Nha Trang, what else did it have to offer? Turns out, it offered us the first time to rent motos! Those are always fun, and the first afternoon we headed north towards a waterfall and maybe some islands. With no map, we weren't quite sure if we had gone too far or came up short, but alas, after coming around a what may have been our last turn going north, there they were...two big dragons motioning us to come to their port, board their boats, and head to the islands! Our destination, Monkey Island, to go see the famous Vietnamese Palm Trees. They are supposed to be able to withstand 80mph typhoons, 30' high waves and......ok ok, yes, we went there to go see the monkeys...had you goin though? Being that we had our own transportation and weren't part of a god awful tour, we showed up when there was no one there, peeeerrrrrfect...or so we thought. Literally, there were no other tours around when we showed up on the island at 330pm, so the 150 monkeys had us all to themselves! This, we realized after 5 minutes, wasn't that cool...these guys expect treats...and we weren't rich in that respect. It's an odd feeling, walking down a trail, seeing 1 monkey and smiling, then 4, then 12, then...crap Bri, start backpedaling! We weren't too worried until 1 monkey stopped in front of me, bared his teeth, and I noticed a 4" x 1" cut going down his back. Hmmmm, so either this guy is a bad boy that got whipped after a bad performance during a show for tourists, or he's the man on this island and earned those cuts on the dark, back alleys of Monkey Island. either way, not good for a couple of lonely tourists. We left unscathed, but with some great pics...which are to be uploaded later b/c it seems like very few computers like my SD-USB card converter. That night on the nightly hunt for food (we're both tired of eating out), we found a great vietnamese place...we knew it was great the only way tourists figure things like this out...it was crowded with vietnamese! Everyone was very friendly, and through more hand gesturing, we ordered what looked good around us....excellent. The next day, I wanted to go down south to this beach I had read about that may have some surf. we rented another moto, and headed south on 1A to Bai Dai beach. Looked like it could come through with some beachbreak, and a lefthand point to the north, with another lefthand point around the corner (ManaMana beach club at the Lousiane Brewhouse in NT rents a few beatup boards) but the 35mph winds had other plans. Nonetheless, we found a little spot to read our books and enjoy some time away from the crowds of Nha Trang. Spotting what looked like restaurants down the way, we headed over hoping for some fresh out of the ocean seafood. We ended up having some scallops and squid BBQ'd for us on a little homemade weber on our table...delish! Just enough spice (finally, as most of the food we've had thus far has been weak in this dept), fresh, and friendly. After gorging on a kilo of each (+ beers for about $10, nice;), which was more than we could eat, we moto'd back to find the Miss World gig in full swing. Russia won, and, dont' worry boys, I'll post pics when I can;).
The next day we hopped on a Sinh Cafe bus headed south....
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