Well, it DID stop raining! We had a couple of lovely days when the sun shone, and we lazed around on the beach, had a swim (carefully though, there were loads of really huge spikey sea urchins), drank a few cocktails as the sun went down, and generally chilled out after the hustle and bustle of the mainland.
But it was no 'island paradise', our huttie and the public areas were uncomfortable, and there was a weird atmosphere, it was like you were being 'tolerated'! It's only the second place on this trip that's happened (Ayre's Rock Resort being the other one), and the service was, at best, average. There were plenty of lizards though, so anyone keen on reptile-based action would have been quids-in!
The food was hit-and-miss, too, and as it was a set menu, if you didn't like it, tough! The day I didn't feel too well coincided with the day dinner consisted of a big crab, plonked down in front of you, complete with a crab-cracking implement. I'm sure mine was still moving! Second course was a fish, lying there, staring at me with one beady eye, and baring it's teeth. I did wonder what we'd get for desert, jelly-fish and ice-cream, maybe? Seaweed sorbet? Crunchy sea-urchin crumble (comes with it's own tooth-picks!), but mais non, it was a cream puff!
We were chatting to another couple on our escape from Whale Island, and it seems we weren't the only ones freaked out by the 'Jacques Cousteau' dinner, and all they were really craving was a snickers bar!
Anyway we made good our escape, arrived in Saigon/HCMC, and unlike Jack, Kate, and Sawyer, I NEVER want to go back to the island!