So Swimmingly

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Hotels with swim-up pools.

We have all seen the photos.

Wedding and travel magazine spreads showing beautiful couples wearing expensive jewelry, designer swimsuits and perfectly coiffed hair lounging around, looking at each other lovingly while hanging in their hotel room’s private pool.

Yeah, I was always sure that was for the rich and famous.

During spring break, my son and I were playing travel roulette. No set plans…we had a list of tropical destinations that we thought we might like to try to sit standby for (a perk of my airline job) and we were going to see where we ended up.

Punta Cana eventually won out and as I made my way down the jetway to my last-minute seat, I frantically scrolled on my phone through the list of resorts that had availability.

There were three that I was eyeing…

There was one we visited a few years ago; the cheapest, but one we had enjoyed for its lively staff, wide-spread beach and their rooms’ proximity to the beach.

There was another that I knew nothing about but my son had a friend staying there. It had excellent reviews and a decent price.

The third was the most expensive of the three (though most akin to number two). It was located two properties over from the first option and one property over from where we had stayed last August, so we were familiar with the area. Both my son and I had friends staying there, so while my son could spend time hanging with his friends, I would have others to have adult conversations and drinks with!

Checking the prices for the third option, I discovered that I could choose the cheapest of their rooms, however, since it was last minute, I could get a room with a swim-up pool for just a little more.

Being that it was my son’s senior year, I had just received a good bonus check and I just felt like pampering myself, I decided to go with option number three! I just hoped that it was worth it!

We arrived to dark skies, rain and no waiting transportation due to a mix-up with our booking. Finally, arranging a one-way transfer, we were exhausted as we made our way into the open air lobby of the Royalton Punta Cana Resort & Casino.

A short time later, we were being escorted to our room near the beach area of the resort. As we passed the rooms with swim-up pools facing the main pool area, I got my first look at what we had paid for. These people could watch the action of the main resort area, yet hang out in their own private space.

As I entered our room, I pulled open the curtains and glanced out at our own pool area, which faced the side of our resort and the resort next door. Well, we didn’t have a great view. No watching the action of the resort, but it was still exciting to have this amenity. With the miserable weather, however, I decided that I needed a nap more than a swim. Taking advantage of this perk would have to wait until the next day.

The next morning, I eagerly opened the curtain, ready for sunshine! What was this? Shadows? With the sun making its way across the sky, our pool was enshrouded in darkness. How on earth was I going to work on my tan?

As we walked to the main lobby for breakfast, I enviously spied on the guests lounging on their verandas, dipping themselves in their private pools. They had sun! I thought, “No wonder I got my room for such a steal…it’s on the shady side of the resort. ”

After stuffing ourselves with pastries and omelets, we decided to head to the beach, spending the remainder of the morning lounging under one of the resort’s thatched umbrellas and enjoying the azure waters that lapped it’s shores.

One of the perks of this resort is that although there were many restaurants that served lunch near the beach, we could utilize room service…for free! Using the ordering feature on our television, we could sit on our veranda and enjoy lunch in the privacy of our room.

This needing doing!

Heading back to our room and noticing that the shadows had changed with the movement of the sun, we ordered our meal and then opened the curtain. Can you believe it? Noon was the witching hour! The sun had crept slowly across the sky during the morning and now our private pool and veranda was filled with bright light!

After enjoying our lunch, we jumped into the pool, relishing in the coolness of the water. Though our pool was private, it was connecting to the others along the length of the building. Though we remained here for the remainder of the day, we were always alone. Not one of the rooms here had guests who swam outside or relaxed on their verandas!

Each day, we repeated the same pattern; hang at the beach during the mornings and enjoy the resort’s many amenities…mini-golf, lazy river, flowrider, restaurants, snack bars. Every afternoon, however, we retreated to our room to take advantage of our pool. What luxury!

And, no…we never saw anyone on the backside of the resort.

Sometimes my last minute plans don’t go so well. This one went swimmingly!

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Royalton Punta Cana Resort & Casino

I Belize in Santa Claus!

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Christmas mornings are spent around the Christmas tree, sipping hot cocoa and watching the snow fall outside.

Right?

Not always.

How about Christmas morning lounging under a beach umbrella, drinking cold beer and watching zipliners flying overhead?

This is more my style!

For the second year in a row, we decided that we would spend our Christmas holidays on a cruise ship. While our itinerary had us cruising through the waters of the Gulf of Mexico on Christmas Eve, we would be awakened on Christmas morning by sunshine and views of the Belizean coastline from our balcony.

Norwegian Cruise Lines opened the port of Harvest Caye in November of 2016 which took four years and $50 million dollars to create. With such a huge investment, Norwegian has to be thrilled that it was voted the Best New Cruise Port in the Caribbean in 2017.

Not having done much research on what was available on the island, we decided that relaxation was in order for Christmas Day.

As our ship, the Norwegian Pearl, backed into position against the dock, we got our first glimpses from the back deck of the beautiful island dotted with beach umbrellas on the far side of the island and a lighthouse.

Disembarking from our ship, we made the long walk on the covered walkway to the island. Greeted by many locals at the Harvest Caye sign, wishing us a Feliz Navidad, we marveled at the beautiful, brightly colored buildings, home to many restaurants and shops. What is quite interesting is that all of these restaurants, amenities and shops are locally owned and all of the 400 staff members working on the island are locals.

Passing the excursions pavilion, which joins the marina, we took note of all of the guests lining up to travel to the mainland for the start of the many excursions offered…parasailing, exploring Mayan ruins, cave tubing.

Making our way to the beach, hundreds of bright blue beach chairs spread out before us beckoning for us to enjoy our Christmas Day…the perfect present! Finding seats, we spread out, eager to enjoy the Caribbean sunshine. Positioned in front of the lighthouse or Flight House, we watched countless zipliners fly over us and the bay 13,000 feet to the termination point at the other end of the beach.

Harvest Caye Flight House

The waters were a calm, emerald green and the 7-acre white, sandy beach made of man-made sand (made from crushed seashell), stretched out in an arc. We relaxed, enjoying the sunshine and a few buckets. So, after a few cold ones, it was time to venture out and find the restrooms.

Once I was out of the restroom, a path on the right caught my eye with its beautiful flowers growing on an arched trellis and I noticed what appeared to be a cage just beyond. Passing through the arch, I discovered a wildlife exhibit which houses many birds and animals indigenous to Belize. This area also includes a Blue Morpho butterfly house and the entire exhibit is free for all guests.

My curiosity peaked, I decided to continue my walk, admiring the many wooden carvings nestled in the foliage and along the pathways, while following the signs guiding me to the pool area. First, I encountered the kid’s splash pad, but the 15,000 square foot swimming pool was the happening place! The Caribbean music was pumping and the pool bar was packed with hundreds of guests enjoying themselves.

The pool area contained plenty of seating, some shady areas and tall palm trees. Bridges criss-crossed the water and on the far end, there was a zero entry area. There were several pool-facing cabanas available containing lounge chairs, couches, mini fridges, a personal concierge and private showers. There are also beachfront villas furnished much the same with the addition of air-conditioning, beach loungers, hammocks, and a golf cart for the day.

Continuing my exploration, I ventured into the commercial area which features shops selling chocolates, rum, jewelry, t-shirts, perfumes, handwoven items and paintings. Stopping at one of the small wagon kiosks, I made a deal with one of the vendors and walked away with a beautiful basket for my collection at home.

Returning to the beach area, I took a small detour near the lagoon which is the starting point for those wishing to kayak and paddleboard.

Finally, returning to my family, I found them wondering where I had disappeared to. Describing what I had found, they decided that it was time to check out the amazing pool, grab a bite to eat at one of the island’s eating establishments and check out one of the island’s four bars before heading back to the ship.

Having visited Belize a few years back, this was a much different experience from our time spent on Ambergris Caye. Though there were many similarities, both being islands along the Belizean coasts, this was a much different encounter. Of course, we were on a privately owned island on a cruise, however, we were also treated with a beautiful, sandy beach, something Ambergris Caye did not offer.

Beautiful Belizean sunset

Honestly, I would return to either place, on a cruise to Harvest Caye or just on my own to Ambergris Caye. My true desire is to explore more of Belize’s islands and its mainland. As I always say…so much travel to do, so little time!

With a tropical climate all through the year, excellent facilities and excellent service. Harvest Caye is indeed one of Norwegian’s premier destinations! If cruising with Norwegian, check your itinerary to see if you will be putting into port at this beautiful location.

So, do we still believe in Santa Claus? You better Belize we do! I actually saw him walking around in board shorts on the beach!

Yes, I actually did…

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Norwegian Cruise Lines

Broke-Down Buggies

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As I get older and realize how much there is in the world to see, laying around on vacation, just doesn’t do it for me anymore.

Recently, I read an article written by a journalist who was sent to enjoy an all-inclusive resort.  Having traveled all over the world, the writer was apprehensive about having nothing to do but eat, drink and work on his tan.  In the end, he learned that his body needed to unwind and he loved the laziness of his days.

I wish that I could say that I reveled in laziness and walked away from my most recent trip to an all-inclusive resort feeling relaxed and revitalized.  Truth is, I can’t sit still for that long…that’s just me.

I finished that book I had placed on the back burner and after losing thirty pounds, finally dared to wear a bikini and bronze up my stomach to match my legs.  My husband hadn’t been able to accompany us and my teenage sons really didn’t want mom hanging around while they were trying to impress the ladies.  What else was there to do?

Having spent a lot more money on two jacuzzi suites than I had planned, I originally told my boys that there wasn’t going to be any excursions away from the resort.

That vow lasted about two days.

Laying in my lounge chair, shaded by a broad blue umbrella, pina colada in hand, I perused the internet, attempting to find something that we could all enjoy that didn’t drain the last of my recent paycheck.

Dune buggies.

As we were driven from the airport to the resort, I had noticed a group of dune buggies crossing the road a few miles prior to our turnoff.

This could be fun.

Arriving at the departure point and signing the obligatory waivers, we were asked to step outside so that our buggies could be assigned.  I was told that we were waiting for another family, however, we could leave promptly if we paid extra for a private tour…only fifty dollars…per buggy (we had two).

“No thanks.”  We opted to wait.

Our wait was short lived and with the other participants’ arrival a few minutes later, we were strapping on helmets, buckling in, forming a single line and soaring down Dominican back roads.

One of the selling points of this tour was how muddy everyone was going to get…it was recommended that you not do the tour if you can’t give yourself to the idea of being covered in muck!  They went on to elaborate on how refreshing the cave swim would be after the spattered adventure.  I guess it hadn’t rained in a while, because the only mud puddles I saw were near the shower area at the starting point.  The real problem was the dust.  Bandannas or something to cover your nose and mouth was recommended (they even sell them if you forget), but what you really need are goggles.  As a contact lens wearer, I spent most of the ride squinting as I tried to keep the dust of my eyes or wiping the tears flowing down my cheeks from the pain of the dust abrading my cornea under my lenses.  Thankfully, I had relinquished all driving rights to my oldest son.

Driving along the country roads, through colorful villages, we passed grazing cows and children who gleefully ran along side our buggies.  The roads were bumpy and narrow and we traveled together in succession.  Finally, we pulled up next to a small hut and shut down our buggies.  Here, we were educated on the production of cacao, coffee, tobacco and Mamajuana (a Dominican aphrodisiac elixir) and were given a choice to sample the coffee or hot chocolate.  These products were available for sale as well as other Dominican handicrafts.

Once the presentation was complete, more driving ensued until we arrived at the part of the tour that promised a swim in a picturesque cave.  A large grouping of buildings hawking food and souvenirs lined either side of the stairs to the cave and many buggies were parked here.  By the different types of vehicles, it was quite evident that many different companies come to this location.

As we approached the stairway, we were taken aback by how many other people were trying to make their way to the cave.  Finally reaching the entry to the small body of water, we noticed that people were being instructed to jump into the cool water and immediately make their way to the guide rope leading to the water’s exit.

That’s it.

No languishing in the water.

No swimming.

No enjoyment.

Get in.  Get out.

Then, fight your way up the stairway and get ready to go.

Not really what was advertised.

I am guessing that they don’t make money while you are swimming…why swim when you can peruse the cheap souvenirs at Dominican Walmart or Dominican JCPenney?

Let’s just say, I’m glad I stayed out of the water and kept an eye on the boys’ belongings.  That was really not worth getting wet.

Back to the roads.  The longest stretch of our drive was before us, retracing our steps back to the road past the starting point.  It was now our turn to hold up traffic and cross the highway on our way to Macao Beach.  As disappointed as I was with the cave stop,  this picturesque location made up for it.  One of the last ‘resort free’ coastal stretches in Punta Cana, Macao Beach offers an idealistic shore with amber sands, coconut trees and beautiful, seaweed-free, blue water!  This time, I was getting wet!

Placing our belongings behind a log, we waded into the azure waters and attempted to enjoy the brief stretch of time allotted for this stop.  Hard to do…there were so many people on the beach, we had to keep a close eye on our end of the log so as no one attempted to walk away with our stuff.

Finally, noticing our guide’s summons, we reluctantly toweled off and jumped back into our buggies.  Crossing the highway once again, we made our way back to the companies headquarters.

Instead of immediately jumping into the safari-style truck which was to take us back to our resorts, we were herded to a small area in order to view pictures that were taken during our ordeal.  I had noticed someone taking photos a couple of times during our tour, yet, apparently, everyone else had “gotten the memo” about the photographer.  There were only a couple of shots of me and my boys, yet there were countless images of other families posed at the cave, the beach, holding parrots…where were the parrots?  I even heard another family negotiated the $50 price tag, yet, when I pointed out that we were only featured twice, never briefed on the photo opportunities and I would pay $20, I was rudely shut down.

Time to go.

While it was nice to be able to enjoy a different aspect of Punta Cana, there are many other companies which offer Buggy adventures.  Our dune buggies were in poor working order, seatbelts not connected, bald tires and buggies being hot-wired in order to start them.  While parked at the cave location, I was able to inspect other company’s vehicles and while in short supply, there were others in much better condition.  Still, while I was happy to venture out from our resort for a while, I would think twice about partaking in this type of adventure.

Take my advice.  Go ziplining, book a tour to Santo Domingo or take a cab to Macao Beach.

You will be much safer.

Next time, I while reading my book under my umbrella at my all-inclusive resort, I may have to remind myself about Buggies Extreme…only then might I truly appreciate laziness and relaxation!

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The Island of Pioneers

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Christopher Columbus visited.  So did John Glenn.  Why not Carnival?

Grand Turk, the capital island of the Turks and Caicos is now home to a state of the art luxury cruise ship center opened by Carnival in 2006 and frequented by several cruise lines.

The thirteen acre complex is located at the southern end of Governor’s Beach, the best beach on the island and offers a variety of shops, restaurants, a large pool, cabanas and the largest Margaritaville in the Caribbean.  The 3,000 foot pier can accommodate two ships each day and serves as a launch point for shore excursions. Shuttles, taxi, rental cars and scooters are available for those who wish to venture out onto the island on their own.

Grand Turk has the second largest population of the Turks and Caicos and the main city of the island is the historical Cockburn Town, filled with colonial style buildings and ruins.  The Turks and Caicos National Museum is one of the highlights of the island along with the lighthouse and popular activities such as diving and whale watching.

Having visited Providenciales a few years ago, we knew what amazing beaches were to be found in the Turks and Caicos and decided that our Christmas Day was going to be a relaxing one, enjoying the sun with our toes in the sand and a drink in our hand.

Once we made our way down the lengthy pier, through the duty free shops and past Margaritaville, we began to search for a good spot to set up camp.  Since my son had been here during the summer, he said that the chairs on the last rows were free, but the ones immediately in the front on the water were for rent.  We decided that since it was Christmas Day, we wanted to be able to look at the beautiful, turquoise water instead of other people and paid $5 per chair and umbrellas.  (Since the trip, I have been reading about scams involving locals on the beach and now I am not sure if these chairs should have been free as well.  In the future, I would check with Carnival before disembarking on Grand Turk).

The waters on this beach were pristine and my sons enjoyed snorkeling and swimming throughout the day.  After some time, I decided to walk around and get a feel for the property.

In 1492, Christopher Columbus is reputed to have made landfall on his initial voyage to the New World.  Almost 500 years later, U.S. astronaut, John Glenn, splashed down near Grand Turk, after becoming the first American to orbit the earth during the 1962 Mercury Space Mission.  The cruise ship center showcases a memorial to John Glenn and the historic event featuring a statue, replica of the Friendship Seven space capsule and placarded information.

As I walked to the southern end of the beach, tourists were building amazing sand sculptures in the shape of a turtle and an alligator.  A little farther, I stopped to admire the statue of a breaching humpback whale, which highlights one of the prodigious events visitors can enjoy each season, from January to April.

Finally, making my way back to my waiting lounge chair, I took a few minutes to visit the craft market.  Necklaces, carvings, paintings, shells and various other items were offered for sale.

Rejoining my family, we hung out on the beach for a bit longer before heading over to the Margaritaville pool.  Guests swam and danced to the music while enjoying cold buckets of beer, margaritas and snacks.  Many also took their turns on the Flowrider, surfing and body boarding on the jetted water, while others looked on hoping for a wipeout!

Before long, departure time was approaching and while I hated to leave this idyllic island, I really didn’t want to have to run down the long dock to the boat at the last minute and miss its departure.

As we stood on the upper deck, we waved goodbye to Grand Turk as we sailed away into the sunset.

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Grand Turk

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The Birdmen of the Beach

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Walking along the Malecón, in Puerto Vallarta, there is no shortage of free entertainment.

Bartenders and waitresses, line dance on the sidewalk to entice you to enter.

Renaissance figures mysteriously float over the sidewalk.

Shiny Mexican outlaws decorate the benches.

Statues pour water.

They are all there to entertain you and make a quick peso!

As we strolled along the boardwalk, at the noon hour, I noticed a tall pole in the distance.  There was movement at the top and as we neared, I realized that there were five men perched atop this pole.  Searching my memory, I realized that I had seen this before somewhere else in Mexico.

These were the Mexican pole flyers (or birdmen, as they are sometimes known) who perform Voladores de Papantla, the Ritual of the Voladores.

Persuading my children that we should wait, we found a shady spot under a palm tree and watched the brightly dressed men prepare for their ceremony.

The dance of the flyers is a Mesoamerican ceremony in which five participants climb to the top of a thirty foot pole.  Suspended by ropes wound around the top of the pole, four of the flyers, representing the four directions and the elements of air, water, earth and fire, fall backward off of the pole and then fly through the air upside down, sometimes in elegant birdlike poses, as they are rotated thirteen times and lowered to the ground.  The fifth dancer, playing a drum and a flute, remains at the top.

According to legend, this ceremony was created to ask the gods to stop droughts in ancient times, but is now a recognized historical and cultural dance that is kept alive by communities to honor the historical traditions and rituals of ancient cultures. Voladores de Papantla ceremony was named an Intangible Cultural Heritage by UNESCO in 2009, in order to help the ritual survive and thrive in the modern world and may be seen in various areas throughout the country.

A school for flyer children was established in Takilhsukut Park on Tecolutla, Mexico, where formal instruction is given on ceremony.  Flyers must spend ten to twelve years in preparation before participation in an event and women are prohibited from performing.   Sometimes a dangerous event, there are many deaths each year due to poorly knotted ropes and other types of improper preparations.

We were all mesmerized as we watched the colorful flyers wind their way down to the beach below, wondering aloud how they were able to stand after the continuous spinning!

The large crowd that had gathered, rightly erupted into applause for the performers at the end of their performance.  Truly an unforgettable experience!

Needless to say…the hat that was passed, gathered many a peso!

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Los Voladores

  • The pole is on the beach adjacent to the Malecón, directly opposite Senor Frogs nightclub & the flyers perform throughout the day.
  • Tip generously!!!

 

Shut Up and Fish!

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When you head to one of the greatest deep sea fishing locations in the Pacific…well…

you FISH!

While in Puerto Vallarta, my husband decided that we absolutely needed to book a fishing trip.  Checking around on the internet, we had yet to make a decision on a charter and were lying around on the beach, when we were approached by a gentleman offering to take us out on his boat.

After speaking with him a bit about the expedition, he seemed sincere and we decided to book the trip with him.  Paying him a $100 deposit, we arranged to meet him the next morning at the nearby marina.  A little later, however, I must admit, that the idea that he may have just collected money from us and would not actually show entered my mind!  Probably not the savviest decision on my part!

A quick cab ride the next morning, while the sun was rising, deposited us at the marina and thankfully, Hector was there…loading up his boat and waiting for us!

Boarding Hector’s thirty-six foot cabin cruiser, The Miramar, we made ourselves comfortable and were soon motoring out of the harbor into the open water.

As the sun ascended, the calm blue water spread before us like an open road.  Half asleep, we suddenly heard the captain shout.  Opening our eyes and following his gaze, we spotted spray shooting up from the ocean’s surface.  A Bryde’s whale was breaking the surface and we spied it’s slender, bluish-grey body make its way through the water.  It surfaced and dove a few times before we were unable to locate it any longer.  Such excitement!  Not to be outdone, a pod of bottle nose dolphin decided that it would be fun to follow the boat.  More fun for us as we watched them from the confines of our craft.

Excitement aside, Hector began placing the fishing rods in their holders at the rear of the boat…five in all…trailing the lures in the dark blue water behind us.

It didn’t take long…the bonitas were biting!  A strong, fighting fish, we all took turns struggling to pull them in one by one, even though they were not the largest fish we had ever caught.  A few Spanish mackerel even took the bait!  Pretty soon, the sun was high, the air was warm and our live well was teeming with a multitude of fish.

After three full hours of fishing, it was finally time to turn and make the return hour-long journey.  One of the best parts of the day, however, was yet to come.  Unable to take our catch home with us, Hector had brought the necessities to make cerviche.  We marveled as he made quick work of cleaning our haul throwing the entrails out into the water…the seagulls swooping in for a free meal.

We watched, mouths watering, as he chopped red onions, white onions, jalapeno, tomatoes, cucumbers and limes.  Letting the concoction marinate for a bit, it was soon time to taste the fruit of Hector’s labor…

Muy delicioso!  Hector’s cerviche was spicy and probably the best I had ever tasted!  SO good that I had to steal his recipe (which I fixed when I got home with some fresh fish we caught in our lake)!

Enjoying our light lunch, we sailed back into the marina.  Our fishing adventure had come to an end!  Thanking (and tipping) Hector and his captain, we gathered our belongings and disembarked The Miramar, hopping onto a local bus for the short journey back to our hotel.

Though we did not venture out for an entire day’s trip, nor did we catch any larger game fish, the journey out on the Bay of Banderas was a fun and exciting one!

Things to keep in mind…

A valid Mexican Sport Fishing License is required before fishing in Mexican waters.  Fishing license are usually included in the booking price (as ours was) or can be purchased from the charter operator.

One rod per person in the water at all times.

It is prohibited to sell the catch.

You need to be at least 250 meters away from swimmers in order to practice sporfishing.

For smaller fish, expect to book a four or five hour charter and remain in the Bay of Banderas.  For larger, sport fish, expect to book a full day’s charter and a lot more time in the boat making your way out to the fishing grounds.

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Puerto Vallarta Fishing Charters

 

Breakfast, Boats, Bikes and Beaches

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Ahhhh! The Ha An hotel…what can I say?  Beside all of the other fabulous things about it, I discovered that it had an unbelievable breakfast!

imageWaking up early and a bit hungry, I crossed the courtyard to the hotel restaurant. Not sure what I would find, I at least hoped the selection was a little bit better than the Tu Linh Hotel in Hanoi.  The hotel’s adorable little restaurant, where breakfast was served, was cool and welcoming and I chose a nice table in the corner.  I walked to the back room, just hoping to have some eggs made, but I was mesmerized with how much food was available as well as how much of a selection!  Baguettes, and about 10 other types of breads,  potatoes, bacon, porridge, salads, luncheon meats and cheeses, Vietnamese specialties, crepes, omelets, desserts and more!  The best part was that they blended frothy fruity drinks for you as well.  After stuffing myself silly, I wasn’t sure that I could walk, but I forced myself since I had finally come up with a plan for the day.

While walking home the day before, I had met a boat captain, Mr. Seo, near the river, eager to practice his English and eager to drum up business.  He had offered to take me along the Tru Bon River and around Cham island, passing near a fishing village and stopping at a boat carpenter’s village.  Not promising to take him up on his offer, I decided to think about it overnight.  After breakfast, I made the decision that a boat ride might provide me with some alternate photographic opportunities.

imageWalking through the market, I began scanning the line of boats parked along the promenade near where I had met him the day before.  I didn’t have to search for long as Seo called out my name and jumped off his boat to greet me.

Making sure our deal was the same, I joined him on his boat and we pulled out and motored up the river.  The day was clear and the sun not yet high enough to be so hot and low enough for interesting pictures.

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Seo was very friendly and although we didn’t always understand each other completely at times, we managed to keep the conversation going.  He was interested in how many photos I was taking as well as what was happening on the political scene in the United States. The scenery was  stunning and he slowed at times and pulled close to fishermen so that I could get some nice shots.

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imageWe passed near the fishing village of Lang Chai Can Thanh where massive fishing nets were suspended from poles over the water.  The nets are stored this way during parts of the day to keep them untangled and allow boats to pass by safely.  During the night or when conditions are optimal, the nets can be lowered.

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imageAs we continued, I could see many boats on the riverbanks, some being repaired and some being built.  Our boat’s speed soon slowed and we turned toward the shore.  After securing the boat to the dock on Cam Kim island,  we climbed ashore and walked through the village.  There were a large number of boats in various states of progress. What caught my attention was the large eyes that were painted on each side of the front of the boats.  Seo explained that there are a couple of reasons for doing so.  Many fishermen see their boats as fish, so the eyes are painted to help them see danger ahead.  Others think that painting the eyes of a sea serpent on the prow prevent it from being harmed by other sea monsters.

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imageReturning to the boat, we continued onward and eventually made our way back to the harbor in Hoi An.  As we approached, I marveled at the beauty of the town with its palm trees, brightly colored buildings and large number of brilliantly painted boats lining the waterfront.  Thanking Seo and leaving him to find another patron, I made my way back to my hotel on Phan Bội Châu to enjoy a quick lunch and gather my belongings.image

imageOnce I was ready, the bellman pulled out a bike for me, made sure it was in working order and set the seat to accommodate my shorter frame.  Placing my beach towel and belongings in the basket on the handlebars, I took a deep breath.  Checking the map that I received from the front desk, I turned out of the hotel’s gate onto the main road.  A little apprehensive, I peddled slowly, checking the upcoming street signs.  Turning into traffic, I made my way in the direction of the beach.  Many cars and motorcycles passed me by, but I continued onward soon leaving the buildings of the city and driving onto a long road lined with trees, rice paddies and grazing water buffalo.  Crossing a bridge, I stopped for a moment to look down at the river with stately homes lining the coast and some smaller fishing shacks lying on the sand spits.  I peddled further and soon noticed many restaurants lining the road and places advertising bicycle parking, realizing that I had arrived at An Bang Beach.

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imagePaying to park my bicycle, I walked past the guardhouse to the steps leading down to the beach.  Making my way tread by tread,  I gazed out over the greenish water, white sand and the umbrellas lining the area beneath the small cliffs on both my right and left.  Paying one of the attendants 50,000 Vietnamese dong for the use of one of their loungers, I made myself comfortable, realizing that this was the first time in many days where I was actually going to relax for a period of time that did not entail sleep.  Well, maybe a small nap…

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Spending the greater part of the afternoon at An Bang Beach, I waded into the clear green waters, read and had a nice ham and cheese baguettes from one of the many restaurants that lined the beach.  The peace and tranquility were just what I needed that day.

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Gathering up my belongings, I walked along the beachfront, my toes leaving prints behind me and admiring the small round woven bamboo baskets boats that filled the beach.  Finally, with the sun getting lower in the sky, it was time to go.  I retrieved my bicycle and made my way back the way I had come, past the restaurants, over the bridge and back to the long field lined road.

imageWith daylight waning, I stopped to admire two fishermen in a small pond, gathering their catch and then further along, noticed an odd sight.  On the headland between two fields, a farmer was reclining on the back of one of his water buffaloes.  Such a strikingly beautiful picture, I quickly jumped off my bike and braved the oncoming traffic to get to the other side of the road.  Fastening my telephoto lens, I snapped as many pictures as I could before he jumped off to attend to other duties.

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Arriving at my hotel, I realized that for the first time since I had landed in Vietnam, I felt relaxed and rejuvenated.  Such a beautiful place, Hoi An offers a vast amount of history and the ability to enjoy the natural environment.  Sitting on the waterfront, enjoying a lovely dinner and a LaRue beer,  I relived the day’s events…I made a new friend, traversed the waters of the Tru Bon River, marveled at the boat making and fishing skills of the local people, made my way through the countryside and sunk my toes into the sands and waters of the East Vietnam Sea.  What more could you ask for?

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Mr. Seo Tours

  • Boat Number:  QNa 0572
  • Mobile:  01288 550 448
  • Bach Dang Street, Hoi An, Quong Nam, Vietnam

An Bang Beach